As the sun set over Kings Cross, the “red pill” elevator shot up and down The Standard London like a tiny spaceship, rocketing guests to the grand opening of the hotly anticipated tenth floor. The elevator doors slid open like a director’s clapperboard, everyone was handed a glass of Ruinart Rose champagne, the cameras flashed, and we were plunged into a Shawn Hausman-designed, sky-high wonderland, a lush setting that would be the restaurant Decimo by day. Planted with cacti, with whorls of rattan decorating the ceiling, the room transported guests to a dimension that was equal parts Mexico City and Palm Desert — until they looked out onto a dizzying panorama of London, of course.
At first, people lounged together, taking in the uninterrupted views all the way to the Shard. But as Mark Ronson appeared behind the decks, the pull of the dancefloor became irresistible. “You know, I never used to think of London as a particularly warm place,” said Ananda Everingham, who had flown in from Bangkok for the party — his mind soon to be changed by the bubbly crowd and intensifying dancefloor. Ronson went back to back with his longtime collaborator, Q-Tip, spinning old-school hip-hop, disco deep cuts, and modern pop bangers that kept the crowd enthralled.