Decadence at The Dorchester Spa
I am going to go out on a pretty safe limb and make a sweeping generalisation about womankind; we love being spoiled. Spoiling ourselves, being spoiled by a husband, lover or best-friend, we’ll take them all. Not all the time, of course. Just enough. It’s the indulgence that gets us. The decadence. The delicious, quite innocent, naughtiness. Nowhere is this better encapsulated than at The Dorchester’s Spa and Spatisserie.
Catch 40 Winks and Get Carter
First he rockets to international acclaim as a gifted interior designer, highly sought after for his quirky and eclectic style of Portobello-Road-meets-French-Baroque, then he opens a boutique hotel that is raved about as the most exciting place to stay in London, yet he’s had no formal training in design and he doesn’t know a thing about the hospitality business. So who the hell is this buccaneering upstart and what’s he playing at? His name is Carter, David Carter. I went to meet the man behind the hype.
The Editor, the Hotel, the Knight and His Lover
I once followed Sir Richard Branson into the ladies’ toilets. That’s not the sort of incident that one normally boasts about, except perhaps during a particularly enjoyable dinner party in the company of close friends and having digested one too many vintage cognacs for one’s own good. But, dear readers, as you are all my close friends in spirit and likeminded tastes, I thought I would share this story with you too. Besides, Richard doesn’t mind and he has a good sense of humour. I hope.
Items of Note
I am going to go out on a pretty safe limb and make a sweeping generalisation about womankind; we love being spoiled. Spoiling ourselves, being spoiled by a husband, lover or best-friend, we’ll take them all. Not all the time, of course. Just enough. It’s the indulgence that gets us. The decadence. The delicious, quite innocent, naughtiness. Nowhere... [Read more...]
First he rockets to international acclaim as a gifted interior designer, highly sought after for his quirky and eclectic style of Portobello-Road-meets-French-Baroque, then he opens a boutique hotel that is raved about as the most exciting place to stay in London, yet he’s had no formal training in design and he doesn’t know a thing about the hospitality... [Read more...]
I once followed Sir Richard Branson into the ladies’ toilets. That’s not the sort of incident that one normally boasts about, except perhaps during a particularly enjoyable dinner party in the company of close friends and having digested one too many vintage cognacs for one’s own good. But, dear readers, as you are all my close friends in spirit... [Read more...]
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