The Phase Inc

Some people build businesses. Some people build worlds. Momo and Eli didn’t just build a venue—they built a sanctuary, a statement, a movement. And let’s be honest: it’s not for everyone. It’s for the weirdos, the rebels, the broken-but-brilliant, and the ones who’ve been told “you don’t belong.” Momo is the visionary, the one who sees the world in velvet, black marble, and chaos. She dreams in gothic-luxury aesthetics, in velvet shadows and chandeliers that drip like liquid gold. She’s the one who knows that luxury doesn’t have to be boring, that spaces can be dark, edgy, and unapologetically emotional, and that every guest should feel like they’ve walked into their own story. Eli is the co-creator and co-pilot, the steady flame to Momo’s wildfire. He makes sure the chaos is controlled, the vision executed, and the community thrives. He’s the one who bridges the gap between dream and reality, ensuring every tattoo, cocktail, photograph, and event is perfectly aligned with the ener...

Let’s cut the crap: memberships usually mean a card and a discount, maybe some access to a “members-only lounge” that’s really just a corner of a beige room. Not here. The Phase membership isn’t just access—it’s initiation into a world that actually gets you. When you join, you’re not just a number. You’re a VIP, a misfit with purpose, a rebel with taste, a human who refuses to settle for boring. Membership at The Phase comes with real perks, real experiences, and real connections—from exclusive events, early access to podcasts, private tattoo sessions, and curated guest speaker interactions, to immersive gothic-luxury nights that are as wild as they are refined. Every member gets priority access to the lounge, the ink studio, and our photography spaces. You can book sessions, get special merch drops, and even help shape events before anyone else sees them. It’s community and luxury blended perfectly: the velvet, the black marble, the chandeliers—they’re all part of your daily life...

Let’s be real: most panels, talks, or “expert sessions” are boring as hell. They’re corporate, polished, and about as exciting as a beige wall. Not at The Phase. Our guest speakers aren’t here to drone on—they’re here to shake your brain, challenge your worldview, and make you feel alive in ways you didn’t know you needed. We bring in people who’ve lived the stories they tell. Addictions counselors, tattoo legends, punk historians, mental health advocates, alternative creatives, and just straight-up renegades. These aren’t lectures; they’re experiences. Every talk is raw, honest, and unapologetic, with lessons that hit you in the chest and stay there. You’ll laugh, cry, argue, and leave with your brain buzzing and your soul slightly rearranged. VIP members? They get exclusive access, private Q&As, and the chance to really engage with the speakers. You’re not just a face in a crowd; you’re part of a conversation that matters. Imagine sipping your drink in a candlelit lounge whil...

Let’s get real: sponsors aren’t just logos on a wall. They’re partners in the madness, brands who get that The Phase isn’t some sterile, safe, “sell-out” venue. We’re loud, messy, beautiful, and unapologetically gothic-luxury—and our sponsors have to get it, or get the fuck out. At The Phase, we don’t just throw someone’s brand on a neon sign and hope it looks cool. Sponsors become part of the experience, part of the story, part of the community of misfits, dreamers, and rebels that makes this place tick. They’re on board because they understand our audience, they get the chaotic, creative energy, and they respect the luxury and exclusivity that members and VIPs crave. What does that mean in practice? Think exclusive sponsor events, curated collaborations, and VIP perks that aren’t just marketing—they’re immersive experiences. A partner could drop limited-edition gear, co-host a gothic-themed night, or sponsor a VIP member benefit that actually changes the way our guests interact w...

You walk past a lot of bars and lounges and think, “Meh, been there, done that.” You know the type: cheap wood, soft lights, muzak, a playlist that makes you want to die quietly at the corner table. The Phase isn’t that place. Not even close. Step inside, and it’s like the building itself swallowed every sad, angry, beautiful, chaotic thought you’ve ever had and turned it into art you can walk through. Black walls that eat the light but make the candles and chandeliers pop. Velvet everywhere. Cold marble counters that still feel alive. Shadows that hide corners for when you need to disappear. And yes, the music hits like a goddamn heartbeat synced to your soul. Every inch of this venue is curated for people who don’t fit in, people who are tired of “normal” luxury and want something raw, gothic, unapologetic, and intimate. There’s space for a drink in silence, for a laugh too loud, for a conversation that stretches past closing. The lounges, the private nooks, the tattoo & pier...

Let’s cut the bullshit: tattoos and piercings aren’t just decoration. They’re statements, survival badges, identity markers, and sometimes the only way you can say “I exist” without yelling into the void. That’s what The Phase Ink is about. Not generic flash art. Not “trendy” bullshit you’ll regret in six months. This is luxury, custom, gothic-luxury ink for the people who live in shadows and aren’t afraid of them. Step inside. The smell of antiseptic mixes with ink, leather, and espresso—fucking intoxicating. You see artists hunched over bodies like alchemists, turning pain, story, and rage into pieces that could make a cathedral jealous. It’s not just about the final tattoo or piercing—it’s about the journey, the trust, the ritual of transformation. At The Phase, our artists don’t just tattoo; they listen. They ask the hard questions: What does this piece mean to you? Why now? What are you trying to carry, bury, or show off to the world? Then they execute it flawlessly, VIP-level...

Let’s get real. Life can be a fucking mess. Some days, it feels like everything is too loud, too quiet, too fast, too slow, and your brain just… decides to burn itself out like a candle in a hurricane. And honestly? Most bars, studios, and “luxury experiences” don’t give a shit about that. They want your money, your pretty face, and your social media content. Not your chaos. Not your trauma. Not the part of you that needs to scream into a void sometimes. Enter The Phase. We’re not here to “fix” you. Fuck that. We’re here to hold space for you while you exist exactly as you are—loud, quiet, messy, broken, beautiful, angry, sad, laughing at memes that make you feel like the only human alive. Mental health isn’t a checkbox; it’s survival. And The Phase isn’t a venue; it’s a haven where survival meets luxury and goth aesthetics. Every inch of the place is designed to feel like it gets you. Black walls, velvet, dark wood, soft lights that don’t judge your mood swings. Spaces to be alone...

Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. The world is soft and boring as fuck sometimes, and bars? Half of them are the same “hipster chic” bullshit you’ve seen a thousand times. But The Phase Tavern & Ink? That’s where the real magic happens—the kind that smacks you in the gut and tells you, yeah, you belong here, we get it, you’re not a fucking square . Picture it: black walls that swallow the light, chandeliers dripping like diamonds in a thunderstorm, black marble counters that feel cold under your fingertips but somehow alive. The scent of whiskey, espresso, and leather mingling, the quiet hum of neon against the steady thrum of music that isn’t afraid to make you feel. It’s a bar, yes, but it’s also a fucking sanctuary for people who aren’t afraid of shadows. And then there’s the Ink side. Yeah, tattoo and piercing. Not some generic “small butterfly on the wrist” crap. We’re talking custom, gothic-luxury, VIP-grade art. Your body becomes a canvas, your choices a statement, an...