THE hotel lobby is a strange netherworld. The piercing brilliance of the sun outside is forgotten; a few scattered sofas and chairs are illuminated by dull electric candlelight. It is not even lunchtime but you wouldn’t know it in this twilight zone. The warm, gentle light of the fireplace gives the impression of a snug winter’s eve.
When Jacqui Low walks in, she explains that this cosiness is why she has chosen the venue as the location for our interview. It feels lost in time, tucked away in the middle of the night, a welcoming refuge from the outside world and all its problems.
