EV Grieve spotted an item on Curbed claiming that the indefensibly vile Cooper Square Hotel (y'know, that gigantic robot-phallus on the Bowery) has its own "signature scent." Contrary to expectation, said scent is not the putrid stench of the vulgarly avaricious, but rather "water, steel, violet, white woods and resin." They're calling it "Wanderlust," so dubbed, presumably, given the hotel's reputation for letting their boorishly presumptuous clientele wander beyond established parameters with drinks in hand, blabbing on their cellphones.
In any event, since reading this ridiculous item, I haven't been able to get this song out of my head. Crank it, then go throw something pungent and indelible at the facade of the Cooper Square Hotel.
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