Sandy Carson
Like many trysts that begin in swank hotel lobbies, the experience of using the W’s bathroom ("Darling, call me WC!") is dimly lit, highly stylish, and, in the end, a purely physical act. Who could help but be seduced by the shades of black and gray, the gently throbbing music, and the elegant combination of stainless steel, concrete, and pure white ceramic? Please, don’t forget to wash up when you’re through; like a lipstick kiss on a cocktail napkin, the W emblem on every paper towel will remind you of your brief – but satisfying – affair.
