It started in my living room.
Most people assume Deep House Thailand began as a company. It began as a party in my condo — deep, melodic, afro house, the kind of music that fills a room instead of attacking it. Forty people, a rented speaker, and a door that stayed open until the sun came up.
People kept asking when the next one was. So we did it again, somewhere bigger. Then again. A Sukhumvit penthouse at APT 101. A rooftop at Spectrum. A pool deck above CentralWorld. Somewhere in there the house party stopped being a house party and became the thing this city was waiting for.
The rooms kept getting better. The music never changed.
Baccarat is the room we always pointed at. It sits inside The Davis on Sukhumvit 24 — red neon along the ceiling, velvet, marble, a fireplace, and a sound system that was tuned for house music rather than for volume. It is a room that rewards a proper build, and it is a room you dress for.
On Friday 4 September it is ours. Same music. Same crowd. Better room.
