With views like these, who can blame them.
The Wythe will leave the lights on for you.
The building meshes the old and the new, as much of it local and artisanal as possible. (Matt Chaban)
The original 80 Wythe, empty and unloved, except by street artists, for years. (Curbed)
The design team carved off the back of the building to create the new addition. (Curbed)
Step inside through the coolest door in Brooklyn—with its curved glass and rusted frame, a thing of precise beauty. (Matt Chaban)
Peter Lawrence, one of the three partners, works the front desk. (Matt Chaban)
The bar at Reynards, where Andrew Tarlow runs the show. (Matt Chaban)
Already lines are forming to get up to Ides, the bar atop the sixth floor. (Matt Chaban)
Taking in the views while waiting for a drink. (Matt Chaban)
Naturally the views are even better outside... (Matt Chaban)
...both of Brooklyn... (Matt Chaban)
...and, of course, Manhattan. (Matt Chaban)
Even the nearby condos don't have it this good. (Matt Chaban)
Inside a Brooklyn Queen, affordable rooms and historic touches. (Courtesy the Wythe)
The Manhattan Kings enjoy the modern views. (Courtesy the Wythe)
Where else is there a balcony with exposed brick? (Courtesy the Wythe)
One of the $175-a-night bunk bed rooms, with views of one of the many art installations. (Courtesy the Wythe)
The installation, drawing on Brooklyn's history, was created by Steve Powers. (Matt Chaban)
Original details are tucked in throughout the building, meshing with new fixtures and wallpaper created by local outfits. (Courtesy the Wythe)
Even the toiletries are artisanal. (Courtesy the Wythe)
Inside one of the simple bathrooms. (Courtesy the Wythe)
Dave Hollier, who did most of the woodwork from his studio down the block on Kent Avenue. (@wythehotel/Instagram)
Installing one of the locally made light fixtures. (@wythehotel/Instagram)
Time to eat. (@wythehotel/Instagram)
They'll leave the lights on for you. (Courtesy the Wythe)
In this week’s Observer, we check into Williamsburg’s new Wythe Hotel, the Platonic ideal of modern Brooklyn. Grab a key and a gin fizz, maybe a plate of fire-grilled trout, and see for yourself.
