Le Caprice

Swing through the revolving doors of Le Caprice and you know you are in a modern restaurant. In the eternal tug-of-war between the old world and the new, this sways towards the new. Its essence is American. New York, East Coast rather than California. It wears the perennial uniform of the twentieth century, black and white: the binary extremes of our time, the non-colour colours of ying and yang, truth and lies, newsprint, dress - formal and business, our world, the third world. The little come-and-go, anywhere, any time, smart and syncopated tones of the way we are now. Black and white picked out in the walls, in high contrast Bailey photographs.