Ace Lobby

I spent the entire morning with my butt wonderfully sunken into a distressed leather couch at the Ace Hotel {+}.  Between that crazy comfy couch and the corniest presentation I had seen in a while, I was half asleep by the time it was time to leave.  I had discreetly entered through a side entrance but left through the main lobby.  I don't know if it's because I don't get out much or if this was a fluke, but in that lobby were the trendiest group of energetic young people ever.  Straight out of a magazine, I tell you.

Sooooo very many hip youngsters.  I knew that the hotel had hosted a party for Tavi Gevinson's magazine the night before (but only because Ira Glass was scheduled to be there and for some reason, I am magnetically drawn to that man's voice and therefore, all his shenanigans - I'm weird, I know) but these people couldn't all be teen guests from that event?  Or could they?  Not a single Microsoft product was in sight.  Too much Steven Alan clothing per square foot.  Countless Buddy Holly-style eyeglasses.  I was there for work, but these people, they were there for something else.  Rockstar practice, maybe?  A group of young boys wheeling in band equipment crossed my path as I left.  Rockstar it is, I thought.

Crossing the lobby of that trendy hotel this morning was a quick reminder that the people that make up the many colorful circles here leave more lasting visual impressions than those in any other city I can think of.  As they should, if they're doing things right.