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Posted February 10, 2005
On a recent
trip to London I stupidly stayed at Ian Schrager's thoroughly
annoying, formerly hyper-trendy Sanderson hotel, which
features interiors tricked out by Philippe Starck to disguise
the fact that the rooms are teeny. In the middle of the
night, in the pitch-black darkness, I bumped into some
painfully elegant glass shelves that were awkwardly situated
in the narrow passageway to the bathroom. To add insult
to injury, in the morning a promised wake-up call never
came. If only I had Brookstone's new Microbeam travel
alarm clock, which not only has a coolly glowing green
backlit LCD display, but turns into a high-beam LCD flashlight
the instant you pick it up. It's a two-in-one solution
to the two problems I experience at, come to think of
it, a lot of hotels (not just Schrager's): bruises from
bumping into things in dark, unfamiliar spaces, and paranoia
(justified or not) about oversleeping because of missed
wake-up calls.
$35 at Brookstone, 20 57th St., at Fifth Ave., 212-245-1405, brookstone.com.


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