





Cover photo by Farah Lieten.
Portraits by Redouane Cherkaoui.
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Five 24-hour weekenders and countless hours of conversation - with builders, bar staff, carers, technicians, architects, and the crowd - we conclude our third club season. What remains is a perfectly imperfect club that refuses to be finished: an ongoing rehearsal and a collective attempt at meaningful nightlife. There is no such thing as a perfect club; there is only the ongoing, vulnerable, and vivid ritual of showing up for one another. Club Stories began as a tribute to the unsung hands that dream Horst into being. This is its curtain call.
Five 24-hour weekenders and countless hours of conversation - with builders, bar staff, carers, technicians, architects, and the crowd - we conclude our third club season. What remains is a perfectly imperfect club that refuses to be finished: an ongoing rehearsal and a collective attempt at meaningful nightlife. There is no such thing as a perfect club; there is only the ongoing, vulnerable, and vivid ritual of showing up for one another. Club Stories began as a tribute to the unsung hands that dream Horst into being. This is its curtain call.
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After hours spent talking to those who inhabit the club, the conclusion was simple: Horst Club is a collective work in progress. Building on our previous look at how architecture and scenography set the stage, we’ve learned that the act of trying, failing, and succeeding is the true essence of the experience. It is a space in constant flux. As the crowd shifts and evolves over a 24-hour cycle, so does the club itself; shaped by the different energies, backgrounds, and stories of those on the floor. These differences inevitably create friction, but it is precisely that tension that allows a nightlife culture to thrive. It is the human element, in all its unpredictable and messy glory, that turns a club into a sanctuary.
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For some, like Amir, Horst Club literally became a second home. We strive for a dancefloor where everyone feels seen and safe, but we remain conscious of the delicate balance this requires. On sold-out Saturday nights, maintaining that intimacy is a constant challenge, as Tobha explained in Soft Power: Collective Caring for the Club(bers). Feedback from our community has been vital here. It pointed out clear hurdles like queue times and cloakroom pressure as areas where we need to improve. Creating a home is not a static achievement but a shared responsibility. It requires an active presence of care to ensure that even in the middle of a swarming crowd, no one navigates the night alone.

The curtain falls, but the experiment continues. Horst Club is here to stay, and our commitment to this laboratory of the night remains unchanged. Next year, we return with another series of five 24-hour weekenders to keep building, trying, and dancing together. See y'all around?
Team Horst x
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