We at Hotel Crush have a soft spot for all things Standard – the Standard Hollywood, the Standard Downtown, and most recently the Standard New York. We’ve put in time as the box girl behind the front desk of Hollywood, DJ’d rock’n’roll on the decks of Downtown, and checked ourselves into opening week at New York. There’s something dirty sweet about the Standard, from their miniskirt uniforms to the marshmallows pooling at the rim of a cup of diner hot chocolate. The music is your pivot – you’re there to see the DJ, you’re friends with the DJ, you are the DJ. And we’re drop-dead about the elevator up to the roof, the anticipation compressed between 20 floors and the burst of noise. Curtains.