
WAG MAGAZINE | Whose Home Is It Anyway?
The sitting room of the Carlyle, a Rosewood Hotel It’s just heaven. I am standing in the sitting room of The Carlyle, A Rosewood Hotel, my reflection softly shadowed in the gleaming black marble floors rimmed with gold and white borders. The dark, oversize oil paintings flanking the fireplace portray rich scenes of a lavish, Old World life. The gilt mirror above it reflects a sparkling Venetian glass chandelier, black lacquer accent tables and gold velvet club chairs exuding