by Ivey Topick on When I first experienced Harlot at a reception for the Opera's BRAVO! Club, I tried very hard to look past all of the disturbing elements of this place to see its appeal. Really I did. Harlot's interior is a nightmarish panorama. The chandeliers are a tangle of something resembling severed deer's antlers and the sharpened ends of gnarled tree branches. The airbrushed paintings of bloody, unconscious women are a disturbing window into some psychopath's fantasies. The drink specials they offered were uninspired. I'm talking vodka martinis with some juice. Big whoop-de-do. I can do that at home and I'm not a mixologist. The trendy hipster groups I belong to like to throw parties here. I wish they would stop doing that. Harlot's atmosphere represents an abhorrent aesthetic. Maybe it could draw the local goth/emo crowd if it played a nonstop soundtrack of Diamanda Galas and Marilyn Manson. Sorry, trendies, but Harlot just isn't for me.
by rainah r. on I dont see what the big deal is about this place - I went because my friend really wanted to go - the security guys outside are nicer then the ones inside - I got pushed around and eventually knocked someone over I apologized to that person but the guy behind me (the DJ) was an ignorant being the security guy told me i had to leave for apparently telling him iut was his fault for knocking the person over - before i left I turned to the guy and asked him if he was really doing his job because it seemed like he wasnt there is no clear path to get out of the place when you are in the need to get out. If you want to see girls bare asses when they bend over too this is the place to go
by Shamika Hatchette on They have great chairs and often times they have amazing artists. One time I went and saw a bunch of amazing metal bands here, it was loud and dirty and I liked it. The bar staff couldn't be sweeter or sexier, well, I guess they could but then I'd be in HEAVEN. Good times.
