The uniformed doorman at The Lowell
stands perfectly upright as he distributes measured smiles. The 1928 Art Deco façade is always the same, its entrance framed by dusk rose majolica tiles, and the gilded name The Lowell in copperplate lettering– without specifying it is actually a hotel. For it goes without saying that The Lowell is one of the few in New York which has always been a Hotel.
It is a cold February day, and would be a seemingly normal one if it weren’t for the beautiful view of the snowy Upper East Side seen from the terraces.
It is early afternoon when a taxi turns from Madison Avenue
into 63rd street and pulls up to n°28. Dina enters the lobby with a brisk gust of air.
A jazz piece warms the spirits of guests seated on the silk brocade sofas. Amongst them, Dina sees an old friend coming towards her.
“Dina, there you are! Allow me to introduce you to Harry. This is Dina, or DDC for her friends. She is the owner of The Lowell.” “Very pleased to meet you! Why don’t you come on through. We can have tea together.”
Dina leads her guests with svelte elegance towards the sitting room. Her friend continues, “We’ve known each other since we were little."
Next to the ethereal appearance of her friend, Dina’s Mediterranean charisma is even more dazzling. Her Italian roots lie in the north and south of Italy, and they radiate warm energy. “When we met years later in film-making,” her friend continues “seeing that Dina had small children and an amazing home, namely The Lowell, we would hold our meetings here for the sake of convenience.
But Dina was always thinking of countless things at once, and couldn’t help but note how every detail could be improved.” “And that was when my adventure as a Design Director began, almost by chance.” “But without giving up on film-making”.