The strange thing about hotel rooms is that they look familiar and seem familiar and have many of the accoutrements that seem domestic and familiar, but they are really weird, alien and anonymous places.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.
Truthfully, I despise hotels. I've had such better experiences staying at people's houses and guesthouses; it's so much more comfortable and homey.
When you come to a hotel room, you want it to be grand, functional and beautiful. But you don't want things that are not useful. Sometimes you go to hotels and there are all these frames and pictures of people you don't know, and you end up hiding everything in the drawer, and then housekeeping come and put it out again.
I always have more fun when I stay in hostels - you just meet so many more people. A hotel makes sense when you're doing work things, but travelling, you don't really get a feel for a place if you're in a hotel. I find it seems to make it all feel like everywhere else.
When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.
I don't really get into architecture in the hotel room. But maybe a little Feng Shui here and there.
I love hotel rooms, so I take pictures of the room and the way out and the lobby, the food and drink.
All good hotels tend to lead people to do things they wouldn't necessarily do at home.
I grew up in the motel business, and it evolved into hotels.
I'm a hotel baby, absolutely: it's hard to think of a hotel I haven't stayed in.