This is going to be one of those posts where press Publish and subsequently kick myself for sharing a hidden gem that I wish could stay hidden forever.
You know I love you guys, right? I love you so much I want to introduce you to The Rosebery (one of Supercity Apartments’ properties).
Every Fashion Week I toy with the idea of getting a hotel room to act as my charging station/temporary wardrobe/nap centre, but often talk myself out of it, knowing most London hotel rooms lack the creature comforts and space that I’ve come to love.
Not any sane soul could talk themselves out of The Rosebery.
Battling all of East London’s hotels, this Clerkenwell-based ‘aparthotel’ comes with fully furnished supersized suites, every amenity one could could possibly need (including a plethora of ccutlery, crockery, glassware and Nespresso pods), air con, iPod docks, fast (!!) wi-fi, a luxury bathroom, and more closet space than even a Fashion Week wardrobe could fill.
All in all, my stay was flawless. I worked, played, ate and drank as comfortably as I would have at home, yet found myself a mere five minute cab away from every show, meeting, and meal planned throughout Covent Garden and Soho.
The second they start to look for a live-in blogger, I plan on tying up the lines…
With such an intensely hectic and successful year under our proverbial belts, The Manfriend and I booked in for a too-busy-to-leave-the-country staycation at Le Meridien Piccadilly.
It was a no-brainer.
Though the location is as covetable as any tourist guide would suggest, the hotel – which overlooks Piccadilly – is spacious, luxurious, and filled with the friendliest staff you could imagine.
From check-in to check-out, our stay was seamless. Welcomed to our room by two fresh eclairs and a handwritten note – points for the little things – it took less than a minute to feel completely at home (the London map wallpaper and Piccadilly Circus-branded bathroom mirror didn’t hurt).
After playing tourist, ridding Gaucho of all their protein (as it’s only around the corner), and returning to crash into a bed for five (for two), we woke up the next morning and headed straight for the swimming pool and sauna. Underneath the hustle and bustle of Piccadilly, Le Meridien guests are lucky enough to enjoy one of the largest hotel swimming pools around – mood lighting, deck chairs and all. It was the perfect start to a jam-packed day and a jam-packed breakfast.
Le Meridien Piccadilly’s Terrace Grill & Bar, you see, turns into a bit of a breakfast wonderland in the mornings. Though you’d call it ‘continental’, the variety of buffet options available for the hotel’s patrons range from carrot cake muffins to very naughty slabs of brie. I am not a big fan of buffet-style set-ups, but was not at all disappointed by the schizophrenic selection of sweets and savouries that found their way onto my plate. Not one bit.
Hope your other tabs are closed, honeybees. The beauty of Morocco is about to steal all of your wi-fi’s juice.
Last Friday I was lucky enough to jet off to Morocco in a group of gorgeous superbloggers and journalists for a 5-day trip that spanned Mazagan, Casablanca and Rabat. It is the reason the hashtag #MoroccoInStyle was likely to be cluttering your Twitter and Instagram feeds.
Click below for a photo heavy tour through the trip…