I’m a bath girl. There’s nothing I love more than soaking my cares away in a hot, bubbly tub. Strangely, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve done this in London, but when I go home to Canada, it’s no holds barred. I’ve been known to have multiple baths a day, while either chatting on the phone (yes, my friends also think it’s bizarre) or reading.
I have no information on whether NYC-based author Michael Cunningham talks on the phone while in the bath, but he’s clearly a reader. Have you ever seen such a space?! While the bibliophile in me is slightly worried for the safety of all those books (surely the humidity is a problem?), the hedonist just wants to get in there.
I love the warm, modern, vaguely industrial style in this room. The fact that the large window looks out over New York City is the icing on the cake. I swear, I’d only leave when the water was cold and I’d turned into a prune. Probably better that I don’t live here, come to think of it.