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and also a 5,400 square foot dance floor, strobe lights, flames, tinfoil strips, neon lights, and most famously of all, an animated sculpture depicting the man in the moon, complete with personal cocaine spoon.

Yeah.

And there was, of course, also the famous sex balcony that was covered in rubber so it could be easily hosed down after a night of revelry and bodily excretions.

So with the build out of the way, Ian and Steve hired a fleet of muscular busboys and bartenders, kitted them out in hot pants and trainers, and Studio 54 was ready to fling open its doors to the public.

But to keep the hype moving was no easy job.

To create a fever dream of splendour and excess is one thing, but to keep that ball rolling is something else altogether.

Management would regularly drop $100,000 in decorations for a single night, changing themes regularly.

The mechanical bridge that moved back and forth, covered with naked people, provided another trippy edge.

It was so, like...

And also remember that at this time, no photographs were actually allowed inside the club, adding to the mystique.

Apart from snaps that were, of course, taken by the studio's own photographer, who caught absolutely iconic shots filled with the brightest and best, including Andy Warhol.

Liza Minnelli, Cher, Jack Nicholson, Mick Jagger, Salvador Dali, Truman Capote, Divine, Bob Fosse, Rick James, Elton John, Calvin Klein, Karl Lagerfeld, Valentino, Yves Saint Laurent, Grace Jones, Donna Summer, James Brown, Gloria Gaynor.

So yes, the very bisexual list goes on and on and on.

Studio 54 even had their own publicist who made sure that everyone in the world saw all of those celebrity shots.

The only window the plebs had to the magic inside the club that they would never get into.

So the most fabulous night of them all, however, that instigated the famous picture of Bianca Jagger clopping through the club on a real life horse was Elizabeth Taylor's birthday.

So Radio City Music Hall Rockettes put on a show.

Muscular men in sequined thongs threw petals around and the birthday cake was a life-size portrait of the Cleopatra star herself.

Elizabeth Taylor, not you.

Yeah, understood.