We Just Took The Ty Warner Penthouse At The Four Seasons New York And It Blew Our Mind

03 September 2019
Travel & Eats, Holiday, New York
Four Seasons
It costs a pretty penny, but there might be no more luxurious way to do NYC

Look, we’ll be frank: there’s plenty to like about the Four Seasons New York. There’s nothing but excellence to be found in the various rooms and suites that make up the 368 on offer. The usual above-and-beyond amenities are all present – and are joined by totally welcomed new services, like complimentary shoe shines, on demand. At 52 storeys, it’s New York’s second tallest hotel, but certainly doesn’t want for intimacy, nor attentive service.

And while you would be wise to indulge in one of the standard guest rooms on offer – they’re noted as being New York’s largest – there is an experience more remarkable set above.

The Four Seasons, officially, term the Ty Warner Penthouse as, “incomparable”. In a rare example of hotels using superlatives that are accurate, this space lives up to it.

It’s as though an architect carefully pieced together all of the most head-in-the-clouds, wondrous ideas of what “New York” is, and can be, and built a sort of castle in the clouds in its name.

In reality, that architect was I.M. Pei – noted for his work on the Louvre – who came out of retirement to take on the $50 million project. It’s surreal in every way. The space, to put it lightly, is gargantuan: 400 square metres of complete decadence. Each room holds a different visual surprise on the other side of its windows: from the breakfast room, you can step into outdoor dining overlooking Central Park. The Zen Room, which features a continuous ceiling-to-floor waterfall, looks over Downtown. When you make it to your Spa, you’ll step past the surfaces of walnut and French sycamore to take in views of the East River. It’s stupefying.

As GQ walked through the Penthouse, our guides were quick to remind us that, despite the fact that the Penthouse attracts an exceedingly confidential, and exceedingly A-list clientele, the price is strictly non-negotiable: $50,000 a night. Yet, in ways that become obvious upon entering, it feels worthy of that price tag.

There are accoutrements, and then there are accoutrements. The Ty Warner Penthouse has the latter. Forget lumbering down labyrinthian hallways to find your room: you have three private elevators that will open up into it. At the lobby, ever-waiting, is your Rolls-Royce courtesy car, ready to zip you to your next destination until the late hours.

Yes, you have a library. Uh huh, that is indeed a Claude Lalanne bookcase. That baby grand piano? It’s a Bösendorfer – the same manufacturer favoured by Pete Townshend. Bored of tickling the ivory? Retire to your bed – it may be the best you’ll ever sleep on, owing to the fact that its Hastens mattress was, over 160 hours, fabricated by hand in Sweden.

In the end, you could call it an unnecessary blowout. Extravagance for extravagance’s sake. But for a certain kind of traveller, who yearns for a certain kind of life, there might be no purer expression of true Manhattan luxury.

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