It wouldn’t be LA without nightlife, and Loop Magazine is here to navigate the scene with you. Engaging stories from crowded clubs, chill bars where singles can mingle, delicious dining experiences, and live music: we’ve got the intel! Essential to Loop’s storytelling, our suggestions for nightlife venues vary depending on age and taste, but we’re sure to guide you to the luxury you deserve. Click below to spend the night with Loop Mag.
Celebrate 10 years of Marion Miami, Brickell’s iconic supper club. Founder Mathieu Massa shares the inside scoop on the legendary Thursday Soirées, unforgettable nights, and how Marion became a Miami nightlife institution.
LOOP’s exclusive interview with Karan Khanna reveals how El Cristiano’s bold mezcal debut blends Oaxacan tradition with Beverly Hills nightlife.
Tableau Productions’ newest cabaret, ‘Down the Rabbit Hole’, challenges you to experience Wonderland from a “rather curious” point of view.
Small rooms, underground raves, and niche clubs are redefining nightlife. Discover why intimacy, community, and curated experiences are overtaking mega-clubs.
Getting on the nightclub guest list isn’t as mysterious as it looks. With the right strategy and a little insider knowledge, you can skip the line and step straight into the action.
Over the years, living in New York, we’ve eaten our way across every borough with one mission: find the perfect dinner-to-nightlife pipeline.
If you’re wondering where stars like Don Toliver, Justin Bieber, Shaboozey, Druski, Charly Jordan, Wizkid, Leon Bridges, and even the cast of Love Island turn up, the answer is: Zouk LA.
His scent was like a drug I couldn’t quit. His touch became all I thought about. The sex was mind-blowing- dangerous, electric, like riding a wave I didn’t want to end.
The Loop Cocktail Tour skips the tourist traps and dives into the city the way insiders actually do it: neighborhood by neighborhood, glass by glass.
The music that soundtracked our nights out stopped asking us to dance, flirt, and sing along, and started demanding that we either rage to murder ballads disguised as rap tracks or sway listlessly to house beats that never seem to climax