Super-luxury hotels are being built in outer space.
The new type of heaven is being offered to humans.
I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have no idea how to talk about countries, how to make people wish they had been there. I am not a good travelling salesman. Countries? Where are they , whatever became of them.
When I was twelve I dreamed of Hongkong. That tedious, commonplace little provincial town! Shops sprouting from every nook and cranny! The Chinese junks pictured on the lids of chocolate boxes used to fascinate me. Junks: sort of chopped-off barges, where the housewives do all their cooking and washing on deck. They even have television. As for the Niagara Falls: water, nothing but water! A dam is more interesting; at least one can occasionally see a big crack at its base, and hope for some excitement.
When one travels, one sees nothing but hotels. Squalid rooms, with iron bedsteads, and a picture of some kind hanging on the wall from a rusty nail, a coloured print of London Bridge or the Eiffel Tower.
One also sees trains, lots of trains, and airports that look like restaurants, and restaurants that look like morgues. All the ports in the world are hemmed in by oil slicks and shabby customs buildings. In the streets of the towns, people keep to the sidewalks, cars stop at red lights. If only one occasionally arrived in a country where women are the colour of steel and men wear owls on their heads. But no, they are sensible, they all have black ties, partings to one side, brassières and stiletto heels. In all the restaurants, when one has finished eating one calls over the individual who has been prowling among the tables, and pays him with a promissory note. There are cigarettes everywhere! There are airplanes and automobiles everywhere.
Stichwörter: adventure travel country automobile restaurant train airport airplane hotel morgue
He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.
Eugene O'NeillStichwörter: home hotels hotel
Affluence isn't affluence at all. Hong Kong is the benchmark; everybody else's affluence is mere tat. Until you've experienced that perfume-washed air as polarized glass doors embrace you into a luxury hotel's plush interior, you've only had a dud replica of the real thing.
Jonathan GashStichwörter: affluence hong-kong antiques lovejoy hotel
boutique hotels where customers will receive more attention and more personalized service will become more popular and in demand
Antony Chanwhen designing a hotel I don’t think about my client, I focus on my client’s client, meaning the person that will use the hotel
Aurelio Vazquez DuranI do not think that when in a hotel you have to feel “at home”, on the contrary, you have to get the feeling that you are definitely elsewhere…
Aurelio Vazquez DuranI am a bit obsessive of being as original as possible. I try not to repeat anything I have done before in my new projects
Aurelio Vazquez Duranthe good design is the one not following absolutely fashion trends
CaberlonCaroppi Hotel DesignOne final glance back at the hotel. Philias Switchmoat the Third, stepping from the curb and in to a puddle. Disappeared.
Stephen J. DayStichwörter: leaving puddle vanishing hotel curb disappearing
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