I carelessly missed the opening party for the House in Miami, but I gather several TV executives missed the plane home due to the fact they went missing for three days. Apparently, the experience gave them an idea for a reality TV show, although they’d forgotten all about it by the time they got back to London and sobered up. I have, however, visited all the Houses in LA, New York, Brooklyn, Paris, Barcelona, Istanbul (possibly the prettiest of them all), Berlin, Austin and even Canouan (a hop, skip and short boat ride from Mustique). My addiction shows no signs of letting up. I recently stayed at the House in Mexico City, have my eyes on the new Farmhouse opening in a few weeks in Ibiza, and am already planning a trip to Tokyo to coincide with the launch next year of the House there (the yen is cheap at the moment, so I’m buying in bulk).
Meghan Markle, a dancing David Cameron and Nick Grimshaw drinking: gossip from 30 years as a Soho House member
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