

I am propped at a window seat in a small bar, the only customer. Frank Sinatra’s In the Wee Small Hours plays softly. Its moody melodies waft into the dark corners between wood panelled walls and mismatched furniture. Antique chairs upholstered in grey wool, tall stools with black leather seats, a Wegner daybed sits in perpetual dialogue with a moss coloured bench seat.

On the window frame in front of me, paint peels exposing textured layers of rusted metal. Black and white film stills adorn the walls of the small space. Humphrey Bogart cradling Lauren Bacall’s face to his in the 1947 film-noir thriller Dark Passage. Audrey Hepburn dancing like a cat in a philosophers’ café in the 1956 film Funny Face. The curvaceous Marilyn Munroe with Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon disguised as female jazz musicians in the 1959 classic Some like it Hot.