I met André once, years ago, when I was working at a small design agency in Koreatown. He was, and is, famous in the art and nightlife circles, having gained popularity for his graffiti--after all, being commissioned by lovestruck guys to spray paint the names of their girlfriends in the dead of the night in Paris seems like a romantically unconventional way to earn a living. Fast forward a few years later, I found myself on a plane heading to Paris for work. I heard rumblings that André and his wife Chloé were now proud of owners of a new hotel, Hotel Amour, and I was curious to pop in.
On a decor perspective, this 20 room "flophouse" delivers all the quirks and arty offerings from not only André but also a few of his esteemed art colleagues that do their best to give baby-making a new look: bold colored carpets and bathrooms, strong graphics, Terry Richardson photos, Andy Warhol printed pillows, anatomically correct Qee Toy dolls, and Ritz-quality beds. This place is similar to the Hotel des Arts in San Francisco, but about five steps to the left: there are no phones, televisions, or internet access in the rooms (for fear it will interfere with the love-inducing atmosphere), and the restaurant (with bar) is decorated in a similar taste, pairing glossy whites with saturated reds. And speaking of reds: if you do plan on booking a room here, this hotel used to be one of those pay-by-the-hour joints (which kind of adds to the vibe of the place now), so the location is right on the border of Paris' red light district. Photos of courtesy of Concierge.com -Grace