#the biltmore mayfair

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The Biltmore Mayfair LXR Hotels & Resorts Grosvenor Square London

The Biltmore Mayfair LXR Hotels The Biltmore Mayfair, part of the LXR Hotels & Resorts collection by Hilton, is a luxury hotel located in the prestigious Mayfair district of London. Overlooking Grosvenor Square, the hotel combines classic British elegance with modern sophistication. It’s a five-star property known for its exceptional service, stylish decor, and fine dining options; 7 minutes’…

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Marlene Dietrich attends the Mayfair Club dinner-dance at the Biltmore Hotel, c.1934

[somewheredarkcr]

where: outside the biltmore (mayfair) when: early afternoon with: open!

It was only ever going to be a matter of time before the paparazzi discovered which hotel Max is staying at. There’s a small posse lying in wait for him today as he steps out of the Biltmore, clamouring for both space and his attention as they try to snap the perfect photo.

Usually it isn’t so bad. Max has been dealing with these people for most of his life, and is more than capable of giving them the brush-off, throwing them a cheeky comment and a wink as he climbs into a waiting car or disappears inside a club. Now though? Now his patience is stretched dangerously thin as he battles the first hangover he’s had in six months.

He tries to put up his usual front, to smile and banter and whatever else he can think of, but his sunglasses and cap do little to mask the state he’s in. It’s like they can sense weakness, a frenzy of sharks scenting blood in the water, and as Max moves to push through them, they close ranks around him, pushing and shouting and shoving their cameras in his face. “Alright, enough- fucking hell, enough!”

[revenessa]

This story continues where the second season ends.

In the quiet heart of Soho, amidst the timeless rhythm of London streets, lived an angel that despite the celestial nature of his being, carried his life as a human. Mr. Azira Fell had forgotten he was an angel. His real name, his past, his angelical memories—all was wiped clean.

In the bustling heart of Mayfair, amidst the eternal chaos of London's streets, resided a demon who, despite his infernal origins, embraced life as a mere mortal. Mr. Anthony J. Crowley had forgotten he was a demon. His true name, his dark past, his infernal memories—all had been erased from his consciousness.

In the quiet heart of Soho, amidst the timeless rhythm of London streets, lived an angel that despite the celestial nature of his being, carried his life as a human. Mr. Azira Fell had forgotten he was an angel. His real name, his past, his angelical memories—all was wiped clean.

Mr. Fell, as he was known, was a man of quiet habits and impeccable taste. His life revolved around his dusty bookshop, a treasure trove filled with rare tomes and antiquities. The shop had been his inheritance from his grandfather, and like his predecessor, Aziraphale chose to live in the cozy flat above the bookshop. Here, among the pages of ancient books, he found solace.

Despite owning one of the most extensive privately-owned collections of books of predictions, Wilde first editions and the complete set of the Infamous Bibles, rivalling the likes of Andrew Carnegie and Biltmore House, Aziraphale barely earned enough to make ends meet. He stubbornly refused to part with any of his cherished treasures. Fortunately, he had inherited not only the bookshop but also several neighbouring properties, which provided a substantial income in rent, considering his rather expensive tastes.

Mr. Azira Fell was a man of refined sensibilities, evident in his choice of attire. He dressed in a classic style, donning jackets, vests, and bow ties that required the utmost care in hand washing. A gold pocket watch and a neatly folded handkerchief were his constant companions, a testament to his attention to detail. He indulged himself with visits to some of London's finest restaurants, regardless of the exorbitant prices. And he couldn't resist the occasional short journey to acquire a new literary treasure.

He was unmarried, and could use his money in whichever he pleased. With a keen eye for detail, he meticulously managed his finances, relying on his trusty outdated and slow, computer, which was still ideal for the small businessman. Aziraphale's scrupulous record-keeping had attracted the scrutiny of tax authorities on no fewer than five occasions.

He read, wrote, listened to his classical music, and occasionally he ate out at the best restaurants of London. One could think he had everything he wanted, and he had it.

Though he often portrayed a warm smile and endeavoured to do good whenever he could, beneath the calm and content surface of his existence lay a profound loneliness. Mr. Fell had never experienced the joys of love, nor had love ever found its way to him. There lingered within him a vague memory of a stolen kiss, but he couldn't discern the recipient's identity, leading him to conclude it was a passage from one of his cherished novels—a memory that belonged to someone else.

In the midst of this melancholic existence, Aziraphale had developed a peculiar routine. He had grown to detest the customers who ventured into his quaint bookshop, seeing them as unwelcome intrusions into his solitary haven. In an ironic twist, he seemed to make every effort to scare them away.

He would greet them with an air of indifference, his warm smile replaced by a stoic expression. If asked for assistance, he'd offer a curt reply, often steering them toward the more obscure and inaccessible sections of the shop. The most daring customers who dared to inquire about the prices of his cherished tomes were met with a disdainful, eye-popping quote, designed to make them reconsider their literary ambitions Mr. Fell had mastered the art of customer dissuasion.

But the most tormenting aspect of his life was Azira couldn’t sleep. His heart ached with an indescribable longing. It was as if he were searching for a piece of himself or someone that had been lost to time, a yearning he couldn't quell no matter how many books he read.

Each night, he randomly selected a book, retreating to the dimly lit room above the bookshop. There, he sought solace in the act of reading, attempting to distract his restless mind. And when, at last, Mr. Fell's weary eyes drifted closed, the shadows brought with them a sad sight— the golden, slanted eyes that watched him with a sorrowful gaze. These eyes were the key to the enigma that consumed him, the memories that slipped through his grasp, and an inexplicable ache he couldn't define. It wasn't a nightmare; it was a mystery—a puzzle begging to be solved, tugging at the very corners of his soul.

He knew he had forgotten something crucial, something that had once defined his very existence. But what was it? And why did those eyes visit him every night?

As he drifted further into the depths of forgetfulness, Mr. Fell couldn't escape the nagging suspicion that there was more to this life, more to himself, than he could comprehend.

In the bustling heart of Mayfair, amidst the eternal chaos of London's streets, resided a demon who, despite his infernal origins, faced life as a mere mortal. Mr. Anthony J. Crowley had forgotten he was a demon. His true name, his dark past, his infernal memories—all had been erased from his consciousness.

Professor Anthony J. Crowley, known for his biting wit and sarcastic demeanor, was a man who walked a fine line between anger and optimism. At fifty, he still dressed impeccably, his attire reflecting the swagger that was a hallmark of his identity. His sleek, ginger hair showed no signs of grey, and he maintained a physique that defied his age. This well-preserved appearance added to his self-perceived image of a fearsome villain.

Living alone in a flat that exuded style, Crowley seemed to have it all. It was the quintessential bachelor pad: spacious, white, elegantly furnished with priceless masterpieces, and with a designer's touch that gave it an unlived-in appearance that only comes from scrupulous cleanliness and order. The bed was always perfectly made, the fridge consistently stocked with gourmet food that he rarely consumed. Instead, he preferred to drown his sorrows in alcohol, as if trying to fill a void left by a love he couldn't remember. To this end, he kept a meticulously curated selection of the finest wines and a well-stocked arsenal of liqueurs.

The lounge area boasted a massive television, a sleek white leather sofa, a video player, a laserdisc player, and a square matte black sound system. Crowley took pride in his collection of soul discs, considering them his personal trophies. He also possessed a refined selection of horror novels, though they remained largely untouched. While he owned a computer, it served as little more than a decorative piece, a symbol of his modernity, with sporadic use limited to checking stock market updates.

The only things in the apartment that brought him some sort of enjoyment were the houseplants. Towering and verdant, they stood as a testament to his ability to nurture something other than alcohol. Their shiny, healthy leaves reflected the only sense of order he had ever embraced.

As much as he enjoyed the comfort and style of his flat, Crowley couldn't shake the feeling that it was not truly his home. The memories that occasionally brushed against the edges of his consciousness hinted at a life beyond these four walls—a life that he had forgotten, but one that continued to elude him. There was a pervasive sense of displacement, a nagging sensation that something vital was missing from his existence.

Beyond the walls of his meticulously designed flat, Crowley worked as an associate professor in the department of Physics and Astronomy at University College London (UCL). He delivered lectures three days a week and reluctantly provided doctoral tutoring on the other two. However, students who dared to choose him as a tutor were scarce. Among the astronomy department, he was the most feared figure, known for his relentless pursuit of perfection and a penchant for merciless corrections. His trademark phrase, "Learn better," echoed through the hallowed halls as he passed by, striking terror into the hearts of aspiring astronomers.

Crowley's approach to teaching was unique, to say the least. He was always willing to explain concepts to his students, but he demanded nothing less than excellence. His exams were renowned for their level of difficulty, and failing one of his tests meant more than just a bad grade—it could jeopardize a student's entire academic career. The fear of Crowley, more than the fear of any deity, hung heavy in the lecture hall. His position at the university was not born of necessity but rather served as a distraction from the solitude that engulfed him.

One of the defining aspects of his threatening appearance was his perpetually hidden eyes, concealed behind dark sunglasses. He had a rare sensitivity to light and was mostly color-blind, confined to a world of blue and yellow for what felt like centuries. Wearing sunglasses, even when unnecessary, served as a precaution to shield the world from his monstrous, deformed pupils. Anthony couldn't help but ponder why he was different from everyone else.

Despite his intimidating exterior, Crowley had a soft spot for his vintage Bentley. Anthony would run his fingers over the steering wheel, feeling a connection to it that he couldn't explain. The sleek, black vehicle was his pride and joy, a symbol of both his love for the open road and his disdain for inefficiency. He meticulously maintained the car, treating it with a tenderness that he rarely displayed toward anything else. The purr of the engine, the feel of the leather seats, and the rush of wind through open windows were his solace in a world that often left him feeling adrift.

From all outward appearances, Professor Anthony J. Crowley seemed content, possessing everything his heart could desire. Yet, beneath the surface, he grappled with a profound emptiness.

Anthony was never hungry; food held little allure. Instead he drank, too much, as he was painfully aware of the loneliness that loomed over him.

Love had never graced his life, nor had he ever truly loved anyone. Despite this, the faintest echoes of love seemed to haunt his memories, he always blamed the romantic comedies he watched for planting foreign memories in his mind. Still, the ache persisted—the emptiness that gnawed at his heart each night as he sought answers in the darkness.

Crowley's nights were plagued by a sense of emptiness that alcohol could never fill, but once alcohol lulled his mind to sleep, he found solace in a pair of kind and loving blue eyes that watched over him in the dark. These eyes were a gift, fuelling the fragile optimism that at some point he would come out on top; that the universe would look after him and everything would be better.

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‏خُلِقت من ترآب ، فكيف ﻵ ينبت آلورد منهآ ! جميلة العينين يغآر آلورد من حسنهآ 🌹❤️ (at The Biltmore Mayfair) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpjImOJoaahW_aww8QfvztBwMtgvpeAo62Xe_U0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Launch Party of The Biltmore Mayfair, LXR Hotels & Resorts and The Betterment by Jason Atherton on November 26, 2019 in London, England

📸 David M. Benett

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The Biltmore Mayfair London opens as Europe’s first LXR Hotels & Resorts property http://luxurytravelhub.blogspot.com/2019/09/the-biltmore-mayfair-london-opens-as.html

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(Original Caption) Prominent Filmland Trio at Mayfair Club Revels. New York: Three of the prominent guests at the Mayfair club banquet held recently at the Hotel Biltmore. Left to right Bessie Love, George Barnes and Joan Blondel.

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Daisy Lowe, Jaime Winstone & Nick Grimshaw @ the Launch Party Of The Biltmore Mayfair - 26 November 2019

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Daisy & Nick at the Launch Party Of The Biltmore Mayfair | 26 November 2019

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The Biltmore Mayfair LXR Hotels & Resorts - VIP Private Transfer

The Biltmore Mayfair LXR Hotel The Biltmore Mayfair, LXR Hotels & Resorts is a luxurious five-star hotel in the heart of London’s Mayfair district. Positioned on Grosvenor Square, The Biltmore offers a prime location in Mayfair, within walking distance of Hyde Park, Bond Street, and Oxford Street. The hotel is also near high-end boutiques, Michelin-starred restaurants, and iconic London…

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London’s Best Outdoor Terraces For Summer Drinks

London’s Best Outdoor Terraces For Summer Drinks

Summer is heating up in London. Cool down with a cocktail at one of these new outdoor terraces, created in collaboration with some of the best booze brands. The Biltmore c Paul Winch-Furness – Photographer The Biltmore x Italicus For a taste of la dolce vita, head to Mayfair’s Biltmore hotel, home of the newly madeover Café Biltmore Restaurant & Terrace, by star chef Jason Atherton in…

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Ellie Goulding teases new music at surprise gig for just 80 lucky fans

An Overlooked Tracks News Finding: Here’s an article you might have overlooked. Having a partnership with NewsAPI, we try to catch music entertainment news for you to view, read and possibly enjoy. We will continue to find what’s available in the world of music entertainment, concert information and music releases. But obviously you – the listener and reader are the biggest source for news in your area, so if you can share with us. For right now, look at what we found for you:

“From The Music News UK Website – Ellie Goulding teases new music at surprise gig for just 80 lucky fans”

Ellie Goulding teased new music as she performed a surprise set at Secret Socials with Hilton in Mayfair on Wednesday night (20.04.22).

The ‘Starry Eyed’ singer gave an intimate performance for just 80 lucky guests at the exclusive event at The Biltmore Mayfair hotel in London’s affluent West London.

Presenter Fearne Cotton took to the stage to introduce the 35-year-old pop star as the special guest performer, and Ellie admitted she was thrilled to be back on stage in the UK for the first time since her 2021 ‘Brightest Blue Tour’.

After belting out her biggest hits, including ‘Love Me Like You Do’ and ‘Lights’, Ellie told the crowd: “I’ve missed being on

stage performing to my amazing fans – it was great to do it in such an intimate setting at the exclusive Secret Socials with Hilton concert. I loved seeing how surprised everyone was – and having one of my closest friends, Fearne, to cheer me on in the crowd definitely made the night one to remember!”

Ellie also teased that “next time I’ll perform with a bunch of whole new songs”.

Gurmej Bahia, Hilton’s Marketing and Loyalty Vice President, EMEA, commented:…..

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tarnished gold. rumpled bedding. a mark on your throat in the shape of someone’s mouth. rebellious prince syndrome. refusing to grow up. sunbathing on the deck of a yacht. the crush of bodies on a crowded dancefloor. the weight of expectations. champagne problems. hair of the dog. skating through life with a wink and a smile. slipping away from a party for a cigarette on the terrace. new year’s fireworks from across the bay. playing the hand you’re dealt. a bow tie hanging loose from a collar.

statistics.

full name: maksim julius liddell nickname(s)/alias(es): max, the crimson prince age: thirty-six date of birth: august 14th star sign: leo place of birth: devon, england current location: london, england gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual religion: atheist occupation: unemployed family: constantine liddell (father), ekaterina liddell (mother), viktor liddell (older brother), three younger siblings education level: barely scraped a 2:2 in accounting and finance at the university of exeter living arrangements: currently living out of a suite at the biltmore in mayfair financial status: wealthy languages spoken: english, french, russian (but he won’t and you can’t make him)

biography.

tba

fun facts. (drunk driving mention)

Over the course of his life, Max has dated no less than seven women named Georgina. That works out as approximately one Georgina per every five years.

Max is currently six months into a twenty month suspension of his driving license, following his well-publicised arrest for driving under the influence.

He grew out his hair expressly because he knew his father would hate it - the fact that Viktor also hates it is just a bonus.

The Liddells aren't exactly a hugging family, but Max craves physical affection, and will seek it wherever he can get it. He has a way of drawing people into his orbit until he has them tucked up against his side, his arm wrapped around their shoulders or his fingers tangled with theirs, the contact as natural as breathing.

If he wasn't a Liddell, and his life wasn't completely off the rails, Max probably would've trained as a pilot.

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If You Happen to Be in London during Christmas!

London is one of the most bustling places in the world, and it becomes more alive during the holiday season. If you happen to be visiting Christmas and staying in one of the hotels near Liverpool Street Station in London, you might be interested to know what’s in store for you. Whether you’re alone or travelling with family and friends, you’ll find plenty of attractions and experiences nearby and within easy reach of your hotel. Here are some of the things you can consider doing during your stay:

 Near your hotel

Are you booking one of the best hotels near Liverpool Street Station in London? Liverpool Street itself is a great place to be. Walk for a few minutes and you’ll find an array of restaurants and shops at Spitalfields market. At night, you can head to Shoreditch, which is known for its night scene.

 Going further

Hotels near Liverpool Street Station in London are well-connected to the UK’s Eastern side. Using the local tube, you can also travel easily within London. Here are some suggestions of the things you can do if you’re in London this Christmas:

 ·     Listen to Christmas Carols at Saint Paul’s Cathedral – The iconic landmark of London hosts a series of free carol concerts every year from December 1 to 24.

·     Hogwarts in the Snow – Are you a fan of Harry Potter? Then you shouldn’t miss Warner Brothers Studio in Watford. It becomes a winter wonderland from November 13, 2021 to January 16, 2022, with a Hogwarts exhibition that you’ll surely love. Be sure to have your camera ready!

·     Alexandra Palace – The Palace and the surrounding parkland are filled with programmes and festivities from November 26, 2021 to January 9, 2022. Be sure not to miss the ensemble cast with Mark Gatiss in a retelling of A Christmas Carol, and try Christmas Club de Fromage Discos for a fun skating experience.

·     Afternoon tea with a twist – Visit Café Biltmore in Mayfair to enjoy a festive afternoon tea in its Tea Lounge.

·     Pergola Paddington – Explore the Deck the Halls pop-up and experience some of its winter events, such as the Christmas gospel choir, wreath-making workshops, and winter bottomless brunches.

These are just some of the things you can experience when you’re in one of the hotels near Liverpool Street Station in London. You could even ask the reception team for other recommendations.

About the Author:

Crown Group of Hotels have been in the hospitality industry for over 20 years. They have comfortable, affordable hotels within London (the capital of the UK), which provide for all customer needs during their jam-packed trips to the capital. All hotels are located close to national and local train stations as well as business venues and prominent tourist attractions. All their hotels are of a good standard and are regularly renovated to ensure they retain their standards. They combine the old with the new exceptionally well, so each of their customers receives the modern comforts they are used to whilst also feeling like they are a part of this historic city.

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Londres, Angletere | Klaus Kabelitz quitte le Biltmore Mayfair

Londres, Angletere | Klaus Kabelitz quitte le Biltmore Mayfair

L’hôtel a été relancé sous le nom de Biltmore de 308 chambres sous la marque de luxe LXR Hotels & Resorts de Hilton en septembre 2019 à la suite d’un réaménagement de 60 millions de livres sterling. Kabelitz a rejoint la propriété en février 2020 depuis l’hôtel Cadogan à Chelsea à Londres, dont il a supervisé la relance en 2019 après une rénovation de 28 millions de livres sterling. Klaus…