the hotel emiliano, sao paulo, brafabulosozil -

another hotel story.

(look if you don't enjoy me rambling on and on about design of hotels i stay in . . . well, scroll down, i'm an interesting person, i'm sure there's SOMETHING here you'll like. there. look to the right. cute puppies. everyone likes puppies. unless you don't have a SOUL.)

where was . . . oh yeah. sao paulo's hotel emiliano. i likey.
first, the room is HUGE.
polar opposite of hong kong's small and chic. this is kinda vast:



and i seriously covet the little marble slab dining table thingy.
i want to take it home and eat/blog on it every day:


'course, i'd have to take the blackened steel and woven rattan stools. else where would i sit?


(turns out this is gisele bundchen's room whenever she comes down "home")

lobby doesn't suck:


nor does the open to the sky orchid terrarium:


big creepy bout to hatch and kill us all alien pod thing
MIGHT HAVE TO MOVE ALONG NOW CAUSE IT'S CREEPIN ME OUT:


we're enjoying hangin with the locals here:


(ok, betania isn't local.
and sara fisher, get out of that picture of the locals.
you too kira carstensen.
you are ALL ruining my little denoument.)