We are not sure when it happened, but we're glad it did, as Hollywood nightlife has officially emerged from futuristic minimalism to textured eclecticism. The Study is a visual triumph, in a portion of the old-Ivar that was once all neon light and oxygen-infused dance floor ala 50-Cent anthems. Now, antique revival rules the night along an entryway with heavy wooden doors, mosaic tiling and pounded-tin ceiling that feels like the entrance to a Havana hotel circa 1932.
Inside the eyes are diverted to walls stacked 20-ft. high in vintage books with a Hollywood crowd that hide their high-cheek bones and pouty faces behind nerdy eyewear and unkempt hair. Don't try reading any of the books, however, their glued to the wall to for earthquakes and klepto-girls with questionable Birkins. The space is lined in hulky booths reserved for anyone with a recognizable face in lieu of modern-day Hemingway's while a marble-topped bar frames bartenders with blindingly white smiles and astute ability to remember drinks like Death in the Afternoon, Old Man and the Sea or just an Old Rasputin ale.
The door is surprisingly lax, especially for a place owned by a former-Teddy’s and Green Door investor, with amble space most nights.
Stylish bar once named after America’s most famous literary mind in former-Hollywood dance palace given a makeover by someone with a Cuban library fetish.