If Eloise were in her 30s and living at New York’s The Plaza hotel, I suspect her life would be something like this:
The familiar bellman opens her car door as she pulls into the horseshoe drive on Fifth Avenue at Central Park South. She’s probably on her cell phone or thumbing through her iPhone, gabbing about latest socialite du jour who embarrassed herself at last night’s dinner, or consulting on the custom Dior dresses that have been cut and tailored specifically for her to wear to the upcoming party in the trendy Meatpacking District. Her Christian Louboutin’s clap across the marble floor as she races to the elevator on the other side of the hotel from where she grew up, which are now the residences since the hotel closed in 2005 for renovations. Elevator concierges have been replaced with magnetic key cards, which she constantly loses in the black hole of her Chanel bag. The elevators open to the Penthouse level – now just home to Eloise (Nanny, we expect, is living large in an estate on the Upper East Side).
Famished from her day running around making debut appearances at top business meetings, she picks up the phone and orders a light bite of crudités and cucumber sandwiches. “Just charge it!”, she shouts, as she slams down the phone and falls on the plush velvet sofa perfectly positioned in front of her living room windows that overlook Central Park. While some things grow older, some old habits simply never change.
Read more and see photos from the Eloise Suite at the Plaza Hotel New York from my column on The Huffington Post.
