Incredible Hudson Hotel space taken straight from that ending scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Only missing the fetus-like organism enclosed in the light orb thingy.
Ian Schrager turns to ‘80s art star Julian Schnabel as resident designer at Gramercy Park Hotel. Bars feature bohemian vibe, walls crammed with big art (Basquiat, Twombly, and...Schnabel). Tight ship lets famous faces get comfortable.
Class act inside the 60 Thompson, not as exclusive as the members-only rooftop, but on point in all other respects. Perfect acoustics let you hear both the music and what that L.A. import in town for one night only is yapping about.
The Bowery Hotel hammers in final nail coffin of old-school wino playground. Wood paneling, stuffed animal trophies, twin oils of hunting hounds give off English manor library vibe. Half expect Kat Von D to come strolling in with breeches and a riding crop and order a Pimm’s.…
Get a neon tan 12 stories above Broadway. Empire Hotel guests mix with savvy UWSiders, everyone chows down on mini-cheeseburgers and foie-gras PB&J’s. Old-timey signage completes the mood-setting skyline.
Lush Life, indeed. Lofty Thompson LES rooftop heated up fast. Stephen Sprouse prints harken to downtown ghosts, while shmancy $15 cocktails shout out to hood’s posher present.
Latest smash from Sean MacPherson and Eric Goode gets all Edwardian on the WVill. Nights can run a little wild out this way, but that’s copacetic with the kinds of guests that the Jane Hotel attracts.
Eighteen floors above the Thigh Line, Eyeful Tower’s Boom Boom Room layers on even more sexual innuendo. Sex, too: nothing like floor to ceiling windows revealing the glittering city at your feet for getting you in the mood. Most now spot in town. (For now.)