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Colour is not applied to a room — it is the room. Plaster, ceramic and textile keyed to a single tone, floor to ceiling, key to pillow.
A pink hall, then five floors of colour, seventy exact tones drawn from the historic Répertoire de couleurs. An address you visit the way you visit a painting.
Six floors.
Seventy tones.
One master palette runs the whole house — a pink hall and five floors of colour, each a family of exact tones. Every wall, key and cocktail is drawn from it.
Arrival in rose. A drawing-covered lounge in blush velvet — home to The Pink Bar, the key wall and the whole system, previewed in one breath.
From pale sulphur to burnt ochre — lacquer walls that hold the morning long after the light has moved on.
Glass, resin and viridian light — fourteen greens between tilleul and bouteille. A garden held indoors.
Vermillion to blood. Lacquered walls, red tile, a heartbeat of a floor — the most cinematic in the house.
Porcelain to midnight. Fourteen blues descending like dusk — the floor where voices lower on their own.
Chalk, hemp, camel, sepia. The quietest floor — and the most exacting. Where colour learns to whisper.
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Seventy artists. Seventy rooms. One colour each.
Each artist is assigned a single room and its exact tone from the nomenclátor — and makes one original piece for it. Seventy rooms, seventy works, no two alike.
The works are created inside Bom Tom during the first 100 days after opening. Guests don't just sleep among the art — they watch it happen.
A living, month-long event that draws the city in — the room becomes a studio, the corridor a gallery, the opening a reason to visit before you ever book.
Behind the desk, hundreds of keys — each in its room's exact tone, ordered in blocks of colour. A spectrum you walk past on arrival.
Each tag carries the house colours and a year, from 1869 onward. On the way out, the key leaves with you: a souvenir the exact tone of your stay.
In the blush of the hall, a bar where every cocktail is a colour and every colour a room. Order by tone.
Bom Tom is not one hotel — it is a method for making them. The colour is the architecture; the method travels. Every future Bom Tom shares the DNA, never the copy.
One rule governs every decision — surface, material, wayfinding, service. Not decoration: structure.
A defined toolkit — reusable, documented, ownable — instead of a look to be copied.
Art Deco, modernist, brutalist, classical — the system re-colours what is already there, in dialogue with the city.
Each location is unmistakably Bom Tom and unmistakably itself. The system compounds; the brand scales.
No one takes a book home. Instead, a single communal book sits open in the house — anyone who wishes may draw a page, keeping to the colour of their floor. When it is full we lay it out, shelve it in the hotel library, and publish it for sale. A collective portrait of a season, in colour.
Come for the night. Or just to look.
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