Source: Hotels We Love
Shoehorned between a working men’s pizzeria and a cut-price supermarket on Milan’s north-eastern industrial strip, the Nu looks surprisingly relaxed. Even cheery. Its bright, raw concrete entrance juts out eccentrically at 45 degrees – Frank Gehry comes to mind – while its boxy wooden shutters and checkerboard of square windows have a soothingly Everyman, Fifties feel about them. If it didn’t have NU Hotel written on it, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d arrived at the HQ of a start-up cool enough to make it on the wrong side of the tracks.