An interior designer friend was complaining about the idea of Hotel chic the other day. He'd heard clients bandy those two words about one too many times and had quietly blown his top. Why? Well, is Hotel chic actually chic? Yes, there are tons of gorgeous hotels out there, but is there a single defining style that gums it all together? Not really. For a while it was all sleek lines and chocolate brown wood (thanks to Christian Liaigre), and we were all romanced by an imaginary jet set life of perfect room service and miniature soaps, but as soon as the bed scarf showed up it all went to pot. A bed scarf, if you've never seen one, is kind of a fakey blanket laid at the end of a hotel bed. For whatever reason a real folded blanket is a complete no-go, so we're left with this odd imaginary thing that (hopefully) only exists in the mind of hotel designers. They make me shudder...
So, as you can imagine, it's been a while since I've been really inspired by a hotel bedroom. And then the Crosby Street Hotel opened up in NYC, and I saw this gorgeous monochromatic room. It's completely jam packed with personality, interesting hits of pattern and style and a brilliant mix of furnishings. Oh, and look, no chocolate brown wood, and certainly no bed scarf in sight. Love it.
