We hear the clinking of glass against metal. Soft voices hang in the air. Yet the seductive knowledge of private affairs remains tucked away — in the secluded corridors of one godown turned riverside solace: The Warehouse Hotel.
Time mysteriously slips away once you are within — like the memory fog of witnesses to a crime.
But as if to clad itself in a liminal space forever: an old time charm usually reserved for the shadows makes its way into the contemporary pleasures of a hospitable frontier. It is in this boutique hotel: that memorialized heritage belongs with the strength of modernity, and unyieldingly so.
As comrades in the fields of design, and collective collaborators for their most recent room furnishing — The
Warehouse Robe — we were much enamoured with the hotel’s understated design that upon a second inspection, seems to take centre stage in the luxurious reimagination of the old warehouse.
So we dealt in our fair share of debauchery; seeking answers to the dark glamour of it all.
The interrogation of Tarun Kalra, timekeeper and General Manager of The Warehouse Hotel, below.