New York City, sky scrapers, luxe hotel rooms, peep holes, high-end orchid plants and beautiful people waiting with baited breath in anticipatory isolation.

The Bottega Veneta film called “Viaggio Notturno” or night journey is a stark film noir depicting all of the above and more.  The “more” being the signature Bottega Veneta woven leather satchels, luggage, valises, planners, eye masks, phone cases, over-sized shades and a luxuriating cashmere shawl carried by beautiful people residing in isolated hotel rooms.

Hotel rooms are intriguing. Hotels rooms have a character of their own.  They have millions of people enter and leave them.  The room does not take the personality of the resident; in fact the resident adjusts to the personality of the room.

People enter the hotel room with baggage. They enter not just with physical baggage, but also emotional baggage.  How many of us have felt a sense of isolation, excitement, fear, trepidation in a hotel room in a new city when traveling alone.  The hotel room accommodates our emotions and keeps them inside locked doors, resident after resident.

Most hotel rooms boast similar characteristics, whether a $100 or $700 room.  There is a common theme running through them.  The commonality of a hotel room, city after city provides comfort and a sense of familiarity for a resident on the road.

A traveler will come across a well-placed expensive orchid plant or an obligatory palm tree that can survive without much light, love or water depending on the room tariff.  There will be either luxurious fifteen hundred thread count sheets or less.  In the bathroom closet and if there is none then behind the door, there will be hanging two thick and plush extra-white robes with gold emblems embroidered on the pockets or thin yellowing robes, again depending upon how much was charged on your American Express card.  There are peep holes, blinds, and half eaten plates from last night’s room service.  All of the above will be consistent in a hotel room; only the residents will change.

Bottega Veneta expertly weaves a story of hotel rooms with its finely woven luxe leather products. A story of two beautiful people with baggage-Bottega Veneta baggage and emotional baggage.  There is anticipation, there is trepidation and there is angst.  The hotel room absorbs it all and provides a few minutes of respite to the weary to unwind, reflect and luxuriate in their Bottega Veneta luxuries.

I’m not a contrarian, I just know I’m right—there’s a difference.” (Quote by Fran Lebowitz)

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We as a society have a fascination for individuals who are non-conformist, daring, defying-societal-norms, rule-bending. We may or may not like them or even approve of them, but there is a definite sticky factor to them that piques our interest, fascinates us and lures us to know more about them.

Some find them to be audacious, debauched, depraved and corrupting-the-fabric-of-moral-society kind of folks. A no-no for their children to have as role models.

Others like me, find them to be brave, fearless and gutsy. They dare to risk and they risk. They don’t just live life but live a Big life on their own terms–they are Unique.

Lebowitz is interwoven into the NYC pop-culture fabric, the same as Snookie is into the New Jersey pop-culture, for whatever that is worth!

A Jew by birth, expelled from school due to general “surliness,” picked up by the quintessential lord of pop-culture Andy Warhol to write for the Interview magazine and thereafter acquired various titles such as the sardonic American author, writer with the acerbic wit, social commentator and among other titles, the most-stylish by Vanity Fair magazine. She has her own documentary named Public Speaking, directed by none other than the prolific director Martin Scorsese.

She is a true Contrarian who has lived life on her own terms. She is 60-years old and yet an enigma to the die-hard pop-culture followers. A full-boiled egg that all want to crack and cannot get enough of, but nobody has successfully peeled it yet.

A recluse by nature, yet the cynosure of all eyes in the high echelon of the New York culture scene (Graydon Carter, the editor of Vanity Fair is counted as one of her close friends). She hobnobs with the cultural elite, the nouveau riche and the intelligentsia (yes, she has her own dedicated table at the Waverly Inn). She is photographed for glossy magazines, has journalists scampering for an interview with her to enhance their resumes and has an IMDb site dedicated to her (isn’t that the final stamp of being a celebrity!). Despite such high exposure, that another celebrity would only get after multiple visits to the jail, a clothing line for Target and a stint at Betty Ford Clinic, little is known of her personal life. She is 60-years old and yet people continue to speculate about her sexuality and her sexual preferences. Truly bewildering.

She is unruly. In this politically correct “smoke free,” “ban on smoking” society, she smokes two packs of cigarettes a day and in fact locked horns with Mayor Bloomberg after the ban on smoking in restaurants was enforced in NYC.

She defies cultural norms. A woman, but has never been photographed wearing a skirt or a dress. Her signature attire is the manly men suits tailored at Savile Row. What can I say, she knows style!

She is quirky. She drives a 1978 checker cab, true to the “yellow” spirit of NYC. I am sure the cabbies are proud of her.

She non-conforms. In this world of social media and internet marketing, she does not own a Blackberry, iPhone or iPad and prefers to write the old-fashioned way with a pen on a legal pad. Oh the horror of it, how dare she!

Yes, she is Unique. She has a devil-may-care attitude. She is confident. Most importantly, she believes in herself–she believes in herself even if she is not right!

She inspires me to believe in myself, to be confident despite my quirks, eccentricities, whims and idiosyncrasies. She should inspire you as well.