If you’ve ever wished you could hang out on the set of a Wes Anderson movie, guess what? Now you can. Fans of the quirkiest director (like us) may think they’ve died and gone to heaven when they see these pictures of Bar Luce. But no, it’s not heaven — it’s Milan. The Fondazione Prada, in fact, which is probably heavenly all the way through.

Anderson says on the Fondazione Prada website, “There is no ideal angle for this space. It is for real life, and ought to have numerous good spots for eating, drinking, talking, reading, etc. While I do think it would make a pretty good movie set, I think it would be an even better place to write a movie. I tried to make it a bar I would want to spend my own non-fictional afternoons in.”

We want to spend our non-fictional afternoons here, too, sipping cocktails and nibbling cake.

 

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It’s pastel as hell in here …
… but there’s a fair amount of 1960s dark-wood glam as well. Bill Murray, Jason Schwartzman and Adrien Brody would all be right at home.
Square club chairs, a jukebox, and custom vintage pinball machines.
And cake. Glorious, perfect cake.
Your eyes do not deceive — that’s a “Zissou” pinball game.
The arched ceiling and the walls are papered with patterns that imitate a nearby landmark, the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.
Terrazzo floors.
The angles and the colors all come together.
And about that jukebox – it’s stocked with music from Anderson’s films. On vinyl, of course. (Suzy Bishop would have it no other way.)
Let’s hope this isn’t another Very Troubled Child in the making.
This cake doesn’t look good at all. Not at all. I’m sure Agatha would never approve.
Everything is perfectly perfect. The menu is pretty …
… the staff uniform is retro …
… the plates are gorgeous (we’re willing to bet they lose a fair few bits of china to pilfering fans) …
… the drink coasters are super cute …
… the neon sign is just right …
… even the sugar packets have some glamour.
Seriously? Even the entrance to the toilets is Margot Tenenbaum-worthy. (That tilework!)
Another shot of that arched ceiling.
Coffee for one, if you’re not feeling social.
Or you can hang out on the sidewalk, feeling blasé and Euro. Is that Steve Zissou sitting at the far right table?
An overhead shot of the remains on the table: the perfectly Anderson ending.