Chateau Marmont
Identity
Experience Design
In 1920, in an onion field on a rise above a horse trail called Sunset Boulevard, Fred Horowitz envisioned a Castle, and built it. In 1992, after decades of crises and decay, hotelier Andre Balazs bought it. Charmed by its “Authentic Fauxness”, he saw discretion as Chateau Marmont’s greatest asset, and his light-touch renovations left its “dog-eared tattiness” and charm intact. This was my same approach to a refreshed ID system.
MAGICAL REALISM
Magical realism is defined as what happens when a detailed, realistic setting is invaded by something too strange to believe — a frequent occurrence at the Hotel, and my endeavor with an ID facelift: the original masthead is fit for a “Castle” but the Chateau is more than that. I employed type and marks that lean into the fairly-tale. Like the hotel, the system is regal, welcoming, and a little surreal.
PERMANENT RESIDENCE
How has the Chateau remained relevant for so long in a city as achingly modern as LA? It’s the cocktail of intrigue and dignity – scandal and utter discretion. And of course there are the myths: the tragic guests who have never checked out at all, and still amble the hotel’s Gothic halls.
When asked outright whether he thinks the Chateau is haunted, Balazs doesn’t dismiss the question: “I know there are (spirits)...for sure. I’ve experienced it.”
THE NO-TELL MOTEL
When I was too young to appreciate it, my parents put us up at the Chateau. In the post-Belushi, Pre-Blasz days, it didn’t seem like a big deal; it wasn’t prohibitively expensive, or famous. It looked, felt, and smelled like every Victorian apartment we’d ever lived in – slightly more lived in, the furniture and carpeting more fatigued.
My parents left my brother and I in the room — all two young boys could every hope for. We raced remote control cars across the floor, crashed them into the furniture, and did burnouts on the walls, marring the hardwood, blaming Radio Shack for the whole affair: Qur very own little Chateau scandal. That wasn’t our last family vacation. But it was the best. The most Rock N’ Roll. The most magical.
