One would have thought in yet another Parisian boutique hotel. It is not.
Quietly opened in fall, at the rue Frochot, Pigalle claims to be a true collaborative platform between those who live in the neighborhood: vinyl soundtrack and selected by DJs like Victor Kiswell, signed pictures by photographers May Lucas and Pierre-Ange Carlotti and selection of books from the nearby library, to go out devouring a growing furnaces at Sébastien Gaudard’s Pastry Martyrs.
And the rooms? 40 totally, decorated by the firm as Festen. Antique furniture, antique trinkets, vinyls, books strewn table and a saucy pictures on the walls there are a credit to the reputation of the neighborhood in a purely Parisian atmosphere. Even cosmetics are signed Le Labo, an eco-friendly house now known worldwide but born in a Pigalle apartment.
One would almost want to spend the night there, after a brunch prepared by Alix Lacloche, to have a bistronomic to dinner or a few drinks at the bar and extended late into the night Thursday and every weekend in the hotel lobby. Once a month, the appointment is given to a pole dance show completely uninhibited.
9 Rue Frochot, 75009