COOL, CALM AND COLLECTIVE
The taxi driver looks confused when I tell him where I want to go. When he pulls up at the address in the Glockenbachviertel, a hipster enclave of Munich not far from the old town, he is still not convinced. This is the right street number, he says, but he’s not sure there’s a hotel here.
A discreet copper logo attached to the concrete façade of a brutalist-looking building is all that signals the presence of The Flushing Meadows. Like an entrance to a bunker, the large metal doors look resolutely shut – but its inconspicuousness is
