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A shiny purple column slices through the centre of the room. There are floaty light fittings (one has a baseball hanging, inexplicably, from its base), angular vases and gilt-framed horse paintings. A grand piano. Mirrored, sparkly, dangly things. It’s all strewn around the classical bones of what was once an 1850s bank, so there’s also marble columns, Tasmanian oak panelling and a six-metre carved plaster ceiling. Tied together with tartan carpet, Eleven Barrack looks like a…
