Soho Grand New York
Heartbeats of SoHo remind us of our home away from home. Nothing beats the cosiness of a GrandLife hotel – downtown grunge in boutique comfort where the room service never sleeps. Afternoon rendezvous at Gilligan’s bar. Running late? No sweat, just a short lift ride up and you’re there. Welcome to pizzas that smell like campfires and tequila tonics. This is urban sprawl tropics. Inside, David Bailey lines the walls. Got to get outside? Park hangs with the pooches. All your secrets are safe with the doorman.
Kim’s Beach Hideaway
Make a break for it – escape the blur of civilisation. This is where devotees of the Sun Ra go to pray. Seventies Cali in a modern mixed-up world and just an hour out of Sydney. String bikinis and a silk headscarf. Recommended speaking: words like ‘right on’ and ‘groovy’. Old school Jacuzzi sessions with the Bee Gees on tap. Oysters, oysters, oysters. Think Terracotta wood and a seafood buffet. Homemade with love, melt-in-your-mouth butter. Clean, fresh, yum. Bungalow living in a Hermès palm leaf print robe. Sweet summer sweat and a daiquiri with a maraschino cherry (you won’t find this just anywhere). It’s a place that makes you think just like our soul brother Bill Withers, “The world’s alright with me”.
Ace Downtown Los Angeles
“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.” Not even Monroe’s words could dissuade. Off the plane and we’re headed straight to bohemian city on 9th street. Travel light, pack only nude rose silks and feminine wraps. Bubble bath delight like Bert Stern in watching – only always in the Ace suite. Down on the street: photographer Astrid Kurcher and her before-they-were-Beatles black and whites at the Leica Gallery or light-years of the James Turrell retrospective at LACMA. Art, Acne Studios, film and occasionally Lykke Li or just stay in and take the Ace x Rega RP1 turntables for a spin.