If Jack Guinness so desired, he could hit a different party every night. Judging by the reports in the press, the British model, DJ and columnist – recognizable by his trademark beard, dapper style and sharp wit – sometimes does just that. Often seen out and about with an arm slung around one famous friend or other, having the time of his life, he documents his escapades in his online diary.
It’s away from the flashbulbs, though, that the real Guinness emerges – where, as he says, “there’s no one to impress,” only an inner circle of we-go-way-back friends. The fun happens around Jack’s Bar, which sits front and center in his East London apartment. “It might sound like a weird idea, but it’s one of my better ones,” grins Guinness. “It’s become a big part of any night for me and my friends. When Jack’s Bar opens, that’s where friendships flourish.” Indeed – these are the moments when Guinness really relaxes, loosens his tie and settles in for what we all know is the best part of any night. “It’s just us, setting the world to rights, playing our favorite songs on repeat,” he enthuses. “I’m spending time with my favorite people in the world. What could be better than that?” Not much.