Sass and Circumstance

one of the biggest things i miss about new york is the level of luxury that exists. like living-permanently-at-a-hotel-because-i-am-an-undeniable-badass luxury. 

well a little of that badass class is coming west side with palihouse selling 8 of it’s luxury penthouses as condos. 

i feel living in a hotel is a very new york/european thing. tory does it, coco did it at the ritz, and while there are ritz carlton residences the world over, there is something about being smack dab in the center of west hollywood, that i find undeniably luxe. 

all are two stories, have separate parking and entrances (but let’s be real, i’d always want to make an entrance), guests can have concierge, laundry, and housekeeping should they desire (and the answer is yes…they desire). 

all at a cool price of $750k - $1.3MM…i mean really if you think about the fact that on top of everything the pretty people watching (and i am not just talking about the patrons…) comes free, well its a million bucks well spent. 

admittedly i am a brat when it comes to traveling. call it manifest destiny, call it snobbery, i just hate traveling to the same place twice. 

i feel the constant need to explore, uncover, and investigate. 

that being said, when people bring up italy as a vacation spot i tend to shy away. i’ve done florence, i’ve done rome, i’ve done milan, and i’ve done venice (insert digital face slap here). and yes i recognize that italy is big country, but when it comes to europe there is so much more i rather see. 

until now…

take a gander at villa laura. reinstating my italian desire one drawing room at a time. 

near the annual tuscan sun summer festival, the space boasts sprawling grounds replete with rosebuds, a pool the practically begs to be swum in, ping pong, and a billiards room.

i mean…if this isn’t amore, i just don’t know what is. villa laura be still my heart. 

so we all know i love a good hotel. actually, i love most hotels. warm towels, room service, and people itching to take care of Y.O.U. 

so imagine my excitement when bulgari decided to open their next luxury lodging du jour in london’s hyde park. 

insert squeal here. 

indoor swimming pool (bc let’s face it who tans in london), personal movie theater with a pre-curated selection of films; rich mahogany, leather, stainless steel mixed with mirrors (christian grey inspired design anyone?), makes this a win win for all involved. especially me.  

it just screams sexy, and well, i love screaming sexy. 

bulgari here i come. 

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i want to throw the most lavish of dinner parties here.

1920 champagne glasses clinking among the dimmed lights, a cacophony of murmurs and titillating laughter, the soft sway of sequin beads and twinkling bobbles rustling about.

time would be forgotten; sumptuous conversation, the arrogance of youth and beauty thick among the air.

the room, perched above a tussled jungle landscape, a beacon of unadulterated good times.

everything would sparkle.

first day back at work = brutality.

so of course the only logical thing to do is immediately dive into extreme avoidance/procrastination and look up ideas for my next vacation.

after much deliberation i’ve narrowed them down:

1. golden eye, jamaica - the perfect mixture of jamaica-me-crazy cool and island opulence. not to mention it was the home of 007 extraordinaire, ian fleming.   who doesn’t want a little intrigue in their life.

2. betsey johnson’s eloise suite at the plaza - really, must i say more? we all read the book. we all wanted want to be eloise. i’ll take my tea and crumpets in bed with a side of pink tutus.

3. san miguel de allende - hotel matilda - never heard of it? you should. mexican hilltop paradise with thermal spas, artisan tours and luxury that begs to be consumed. its way beyond gluttony. its perfection.

let the countdown begin…

casa de…heaven

putting the halloween haunting and ghoulish festivities aside, the bf and i decided to take a one day jaunt southside to the lovely sea side down of laguna.

ummm…who knew laguna go so cute? my eyes bulged and wallet screamed as we passed one antique, clothing and decor shop after another. after being calmed and assured that we would peruse on sunday, we checked into our lovely casa laguna room.

this place is divine. and i haven’t even mentioned the bed yet.

a spanish casita type inn, with a killer view of the ocean and aj. the wine and cheese reception we were greeted with was not too shabby either.

                   

now the bed…i don’t know if it was the sheets or the bed or the sea breeze drifting in, but we slept like logs…like light-weight, snuggly logs.                 

sunday was greeted with a scrumptious breakfast on the patio - casa laguna takes the breakfast in b&b to a whole new level. danish pancakes? ricotta egg rolls? homemade jam? please, sir may i have some more.

every part of it was delightful. and i didn’t even mind the damage i did to my bank account…at least now my apartment has more completely useless things like quote placards and sea shell napkins.