Torstrasse 1, on the corner where Mitte bleeds into Prenzlauer Berg, was built in the early 1930s as a department store — a heavyweight Weimar-era block whose curved corner facade and horizontal banding carry the disciplined authority of late German Expressionism. Soho House Berlin took over the building in 2010, and the creative direction from Soho House's in-house design team made a deliberate choice to leave the bones fully visible: raw concrete columns run through the lobby like a structural confession, exposed steel windows frame views across rooftops, and herringbone parquet floors worn to the warmth of old oak ground the 40 rooms in genuine material history rather than manufactured patina. The interiors work a familiar Soho House contradiction — decorative eclecticism held together by confident colour and an eye for salvage. Crimson-lacquered bed frames sit against exposed brick; teal velvet headboards rise behind freestanding roll-top baths in suite-level rooms where the concrete column stays in frame, unrenovated. The lobby's enormous tiered crystal chandelier hangs above Berber rugs and mid-century armchairs in a tableau that should feel chaotic but somehow achieves coherence. Up on the rooftop, a green-tiled pool lined with olive trees and white wrought-iron bistro chairs under fringed canvas umbrellas delivers something closer to a Capri terrace than a Berlin roofscape — the club's most characteristically theatrical gesture.

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