We love a sexual pun. It’s big and it’s very clever, and when it involves The Standard, just about our favouritest hotel, well, we hate to say chain so let’s say Hermès chunky choker, in the world, it’s big and it’s clever and it’s very very long.
And bless those lovely Standard people. Not only have they gone and opened a hotel right where we wanted them to open a hotel (down Meatpacking way, NYC. Which we brought your dolly attention to a wee while back), but while they put the finishing tweaks and touches, polishing knobs and putting oil where oil needs to go they’re offering you, the hotel punter, a special rate starting at $195 per night.
OK, for we Brits with the current exchangery that works out at a wheelbarrow-load of cash, but come on, it’s not bad. And you won’t get anything as nice for that price in Manhattan. And if that rooftop pool hosts anything like the kind of parties that go down at the West Hollywood version, we’ll be on sunloungering from dusk till dawn and right through to dusk again. Via a little go-see at Mr Blacks, mostly to touch up our favourite barman with the ‘tache.
Go to firstname.lastname@example.org to book your suite… We-thank-you.