by Gary Smith Stepping into the bar of Hamburg’s Side Hotel, a deconstructionist building with ugly lobby lights, Alessandra Ferri wraps her pale, diaphanous shawl tighter around her shoulders. Sitting gingerly on an uncomfortable banquette, she orders tea. “Herbal tea,” she says. “No caffeine, it’s lethal, caffeine and jet lag.” Ferri smiles one of her
