tzar

tzar

the Russians like their
tea rooms and vodka lounges—

with one alter ego begging
the other to stay a while longer.
we were asked to dress up a
nighttime temple to hard stuff.

[like gold, leather and fur]

while the space was layered
in come-hither red,
we cut the naughty bunny
cliches with smart hits
of tufted rubber, studded walls,
cozy seating for people watching
and glossy surfaces
for ambient light to bounce.

it’s grown-up and sexy
without the stack of dollar bills.