The paint had barely dried at Lisa Vanderpump‘s new namesake Las Vegas Strip hotel when she discovered a critical design flaw.
Seated in the penthouse suite of the Caesars-backed, 188-room Vanderpump Hotel alongside longtime design partner Nick Alain, Vanderpump shares with The Hollywood Reporter the crisis of the day. (An exhausted Pomeranian named Donut on a pearl leash sleeps on an adjacent chair.)
“The taxi needed dogs,” she says. Not real dogs, of course. “Gold dogs.” In Vanderpump’s world, even the decorative animals have a dress code.
A black London cab had just been installed on the casino floor as a photo moment. To most people, it looked complete, but to Vanderpump the oversight was borderline disastrous. The realization sent her team scrambling. Within 24 hours, a trio of canine statues — including a gleaming gold basset hound riding in the back seat — had been sourced, delivered and installed.
When expressed in Vanderpump’s gentle, aristocratic cadence with a mischievous wink, it all makes sense.
