New York, New York
At the Soho Grand, there is always a party going on. Always, something to see. This hotel is old New York at its best. A feast for the eyes, a bolthole for those in search of escape, the interior’s deep reds are perfectly complemented by wooden accents and cast iron architecture.
Here, it’s a whole world of possibility: with a splash of teal from the leather lounge, and the rich mossy textures of the well-curated plant life, you could just as easily be in Cuba in the 50s. Expect to see a young Mariel Hemingway as you turn into the parlour, her coltish legs draped languidly over a rich burgundy leather armchair.
But if you can drag yourself away for just a minute, dim the lights, pull back the covers and gaze out into the dark night sky, for the windows are large enough to let New York into your dreams. Wake slowly, order room service – the eggs with a green juice are the go. They’re the best in NY and, during Fashion Week, the breakfast of champions.