January 14, 2012 5 Comments
Besides the glaring whiteness of everything, the first thing you are confronted with, when you walk into your room at the Delano hotel is a solitary Granny Smith apple on a peg. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” is etched beneath it. I’m sure someone, somewhere thought it was a genius idea, original, quirky. Here is my question though. Most rooms have two occupants right? So why only one apple? Am I supposed to eat half and Hrabi the other half? Or do we alternate, I get it on even days and he gets it on odd? Who get’s the apple becomes a moot point by day two when several other thoughts occur to me. Among them; that a Granny Smith is the Pamela Anderson of apples, from a distance you suck in your cheeks and inhale thinking “Wow” but up close there’s way too much plastic and cover up. Granny Smiths always have too much wax on their skin and are impossible to date ” Are they from this season’s crop? The last one?”. Tell me, have you ever seen one with a leaf still attached to the stem? Which brings me to another question…apples? In the land of citrus? Does Starck’s design acumen not extend to other fruit? Or is it that you have to peel them or that there isn’t some pithy (sorry) one liner that goes with oranges.
On to the room which is all white. Lacquered white floors, white walls, white leather headboard, white table, white lights. My sister says it’s like being inside a Mac. I think it’s more like being inside a toilet cistern because of the hardness of everything.Despite decades of carpets in hotels to absorb sound, the Delano has opted out. I lie in bed and listen to the woman in the room above me clatter around in high heels. Then she drops her lipstick, thunk, clunk, roll – clippity clop, clippity clop, clippity clop; she arrives to pick it up. Read more of this post