Review & Photos by the Cobrasnake
As I walked into the lobby, one thought kept repeating in my head, “please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me”. I just wanted to check into my room and keep a low profile. A few steps from the door and I can tell the concierge reads my blog and wants to get at me. I play it cool and try to vibe him off for the check-in. I’m jet-lagged, feeling dingy and really need a drink. Once I deal with that I’ll be happy to come down and bless the little people. Walking up to my room I know it’s just a matter of time before the bell boy asks where the party’s at. I slip into headphones and shades to block out the world. I couldn’t help but notice how the hotel was almost elegant enough to be too good for me.
In my room, at last, sanctuary. I make a drink, kick off my shoes and prop up my Ipad. I’ve been downloading a bunch of old episodes of the 80’s sitcom “Perfect Strangers” from file-sharing groups. If you haven’t watched that show lately, check it out. You might not appreciate it as much if you’re not jet-setting around the globe as much as I do. I was a little annoyed by how few mirrors there are in this room. I just want to see myself lounging in here. I called the front desk to see if they can send more mirrors.
It’s amazing what a few hours rest can do. I’m off to take some snaps of the City of Lights’ most exclusive events. When you’re a photographer, people look at you like a god. You can see the hope in their eyes that I will stop and take a moment to immortalize them. Truth be told, the camera has a mind of its own.
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