library hotel new york
Day Two of my HK Hotels extravaganza was spent at The Library Hotel; a hotel I consider the Manhattan Ultimate for intellectuals and fashionistas alike. Roughly a 60-second stroll from the gargantuan New York Public Library (and therefore Bryant Park, and therefore New York Fashion Week), The Library would check all of any 20-something’s boxes.

20-somethings to 60-somethings, in fact, as this hotel has all the qualities of a private member’s club with the most unbelievably welcoming feel. The customer service team – especially Billy at the front desk – was one of unparalleled excellence. One that obviously thinks of The Library as more than a job. One that always noted ‘the little things’. One that made sure I stayed in the (ever-appropriate) Journalism Room.

TripAdvisor had even selected the Library Hotel as winner of The Best Luxury Hotel in The United States. Travel bugs alike know that TripAdvisor is the Hotelier God. You just don’t second guess Hotelier God.

Tel: (212) 983-4500/Toll Free: (877) 793-7323/Fax: (212) 499-9099
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*The extras!
HKHotels Signature Style of Hospitality and Value included at no extra charge:
*Bountiful European style breakfast buffet
*Selection of coffee, tea, cookies, and fruits throughout the day
*Wine & cheese receptions evenings from 5-8pm (hello, Prosecco)
*Complimentary wireless high speed Internet access
*Complimentary passes to nearby New York Sports Club

Total Added Value: $110 per person or $220 per couple, per night!
* Wine and cheese is served on all evenings except Sunday at Hotel Giraffe and Saturday and Sunday at the Hotel Elysee

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Because I am off to New York in just over two weeks, my mind has been keeping busy melding ideas in efforts to be a sartorially smart tourist*. I’m simply not the kind of woman to don a visor and a fanny pack (and hope that unless you’ve just time travelled from 1980, you aren’t either). I feel like – from the Shake Shack to the Top of The Rock – the look above is going to be my basic Manhattan uniform. Ease, colour, and a removable layer if the weather calls for it.

Get The Look:
Noir Jewelry Shaka Neon Knot Bracelet
Belle by Sigerson Morrison Verena Patent Flats
Kenny Penny Pockets Dress
Cambridge Satchel Fluoro Satchel
Elie Tahari Taylor Jacket

* Yes, I’m American. I love ‘playing tourist’.

Alessandra Ambrosio Rodrigo Santoro

Alessandra Ambrosio and Rodrigo Santoro

  • I am lusting over the pairing of Alessandra Ambrosio and Rodrigo Santoro on the December covers of Vogue Brasil, as shot by Eric Guillemain.
    Alessandra Ambrosio Rodrigo Santoro

  • Fashion Week’s Autumn/Winter 2012 drama seems to be making some headway! After the “Fashion Gods” in Milan threatened to show at the same time as both New York and London, New York have now offered to pull their September 2012 dates back a week to accommodate the new Italian schedule.

    From there, Italy was said to have agreed to change their schedule to suit New York Fashion Week beginning on the second Thursday in September, going forward.

    For the apparent ‘final’ decision, the statement below has been released:

    Confirm the previous schedule for September 2012 with New York fashion week starting on Thursday 6 of September, followed by London, Milan and Paris Agree for the next two years ( September 2013 and September 2014) with the proposal of Diane Von Furstenberg, President of Council of Fashion Designers of America, to start New York Fashion Week on the second Thursday of September, that is to say on September 12th in 2013 and on September 11th in 2014.

    2.a New York’s last day should be on September 18th in 2013 and on September 17th in 2014 in order to allow London an additional day for the presentation of the menswear collections.

    2.b. Paris will accept this structure and follow Milan as always, starting on Wednesday 2nd of October in 2013 and on Wednesday 1st in 2014

    In case those conditions didn’t happen, the above mentioned solution could not be applied.

    Camera Nazionale della Moda Italiana is looking forward to receiving a feedback(sic) from New York, London and Paris.

    Drama, drama, drama

  • Today, AdWeek have released some very interesting statistics on shoplifting, ie. 1 in every 11 shoppers shoplift. (Really?!)

    Not only that, but 75% of shoplifters are said to be employed adults, and cost the U.S. $119 million dollars per year. Items that are often confused for a five-finger discount include alcohol, sneakers/trainers, women’s perfume, and – at the top of the list – filet mignon.

    This has to be a joke.

  • Katy Perry Kitten Mask

    Katy Perry

    • I can’t help but love Katy Perry. While leaving the Real Radio studios in Manchester (before her Halloween concert at the MEN Arena), she was spotted wearing a cashmere coat by Valentino from Fall/Winter 2011, a Royal British Legion poppy (Anglophilia!), a light-catching silver threaded pink scarf, black tights, black suede knee-high boots, and – the cherry on top – a blue kitten face mask. Let’s see Blair Waldorf’s headbands compete with that.
    • Last night, Vivienne Westwood and her two sons spent two hours visiting and supporting London’s Occupy protesters. Infamous for her anti-establishment views, it will be interesting to see how the “Occupy” hoopla may inspire further collections.
    • Say goodbye to New York Fashion Week at Lincoln Center! Though it wasn’t too long ago that the Big Apple’s portion of Fashion Month moved from Bryant Park, Mayor Bloomberg is pushing for the event to be moved to Hudson Yards. The move will be part of a $15 billion development project on Manhattan’s Far West Side and will likely redirect all of the shows to Hudson Yards’ Culture Center.
    • I am truly frightened by this octopus necklace.
    • Carre Otis – supermodel turned plus size supermodel – has just named and shamed her rapist in her new memoir, Beauty Disrupted. Upsettingly, the man accused is Gérald Marie, the same man who was accused of the same crime by Karen Mulder, Linda Evangelista’s ex-husband, Carre’s agent at the time, and the former head of prestigious modeling agency, Elite Paris.Otis recalls the evening below, at a point where she was 17 years old and staying in his home while under his care as agency boss, while he was both engaged to Linda Evangelista and in his mid-40s. Warning: graphic.

      Hours later something woke me suddenly. I heard the drunken shuffling of feet moving down the hallway toward me. Filled with alarm, I pulled the covers up around my head. But in a flash my safe haven was invaded and I was exposed.

      Gérald stood above me, ripping the covers from the bed. Before I could react, his sticky body was on me and those disgusting wet ringlets of his were falling on my face. I pushed back, but I could barely breathe with the weight of him pressing down on me. I cried out, a lame attempt to shake him from what seemed like a drunken stupor. I could smell gin on his breath as he harshly pushed his mouth onto mine, a sharp tongue darted out, trying to open my pursed lips in a grotesque kiss. The smell of him made me want to vomit. The fury in me made me want to throw him off me. But in my naked, fevered state, I couldn’t seem to find the strength or the leverage to move him aside. Gérald seemed all too expert at getting what he wanted, and in the tangle of my naked legs and pleas and cries his hand found my mouth and clamped down, trying to silence me. Why even bother? I wondered. I knew we were alone. And I knew that even if I were to fight back and scream, no one would hear me. No one would come.

      Gérald proceeded to viciously penetrate my body, his grunts and groans mixed with the sound of the rain that had begun to pound the tiny window in that tiny room. My thoughts drifted to his little daughter sleeping in this same bed. How could he do this here? Then I thought of the other models who were temporarily housed in this room. I fleetingly wondered if I might not be the first girl to be violated in this strange place. I cried silently as well as out loud. I cried a river. I cried while the rains fell steadily outside. I became the rain. I became the room. I disappeared in the awful endless rocking.

      I remember the horrific feeling of his penis sliding out of me, the wetness that told me he had come inside me. I remember nausea welling up, and then the involuntary gagging that began as he stood, looked down at me, then turned and stumbled out of the room.

      In response to a request for comment, Elite have responded by saying, “Elite London re-opened under new management in 2009, by which time Gerald Marie had already left the Elite Network, so I’m afraid we are not in a position to comment on this story.”