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Since it opened in 1930, The Carlyle has become something more than the sum of its extremely alluring parts, a living legend that embodies, if not the spirit of New York City, at least one of her spirits: her brightest, most sparkling, most elegant self; witty, worldly, and nostalgic. With Art Deco design and sweeping murals, it’s a dream sequence straight out of a David Lynch movie, in the best possible way. In the lobby, at once dark and reflective, the black marble floor gleams like a lake in moonlight. Situated in the sophisticated Upper East Side, close to galleries and Central Park, it offers a romantic New York experience. (The hotel also offers romance packages for couples looking for the ultimate first-class experience, with perks like Champagne and breakfast in bed.)
An entire movie has been made about this property—Always at The Carlyle—in which present-day tribal elders such as George Clooney, Sofia Coppola, Wes Anderson, and Naomi Campbell discuss their fondness for the joint. The real superstars of this property, though, are the unflappable, icy-calm, white-gloved Carlyle elevator operators. Expect nothing less than being spoiled.
