If I were 20 years younger I would totally dig this. Uber cool design hotel, a hidden secret in an up-and-coming and grungy (almost dangerous) part of town.
Alas, visiting as a family, this property was out of the way from most attractions. The killer designer features also killed me with a thousand cuts with their lack of functionality. No matter how one tries, the room was always never bright enough. Certainly not great news for middle-aged presbyopia. The designer tap is so architecturally perfect in its proportions, so much so the kettle will never fill to a respectable volume because of the angle it has to be held at. The sumptuous rugs greatly complemented the warm wooden floors, except that they also tripped the hell out of anyone who kicks over a corner. The numerous switches were some of the most original I’ve ever laid eyes on, but Mr Starck forgot about a master switch to turn them all on at once. And the bathroom deserves an honorable mention. I slipped and hit against the walls adorned with atmospheric red clay tiles, incurring a cut in the process.
On the plus side, they have some of the coolest hotel work uniforms I have ever seen, and the nutcracker contraptions laid out in the lobby offered some mindless respite when the coolness got too much to bear.
