Film, coffee & city living in Sydney

by | Jun 28, 2018 | Lux Stays

Billyard & The Paramount House Hotel

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Outdoor city-living at its finest & how moving pictures inspired gracious living
With panoramic views of Elizabeth Bay, you’ll feel like setting sail on the open sea at Billyard, a sophisticated over-water apartment. Outdoor city-living at its finest, the light and bright residence enjoys a private harbour pool, just minutes from downtown Sydney.

Loft in Paramount by Tom Ross

Loft in Paramount by Tom Ross

Two bedrooms and two baths with a soft colour palate perfectly frame ever-changing harbour views. A gourmet kitchen finds you hunting for a few delicacies snapped up from the great produce market at Kings Cross. An open floor plan with en suite showers and jacuzzi tubs leave you feeling pampered, and relaxed.

Meanwhile in the city, a stay at The Paramount House Hotel, the former Paramount Studios, pays homage to the property’s history in moving pictures. Stunningly beautiful suites feature natural materials, paying attention to detail allowing for a feeling of graciousness. The location perfect for strolls along iconic, surprisingly beautiful Oxford Street, leafy Bourke, and café-lined Crown.

Sunny rooms feature natural materials in Paramount suites by Tom Ross

Sunny rooms feature natural materials in Paramount suites by Tom Ross

The Paramount House Hotel in the Surry Hills has 29 rooms, Japanese-style timber baths and mini-bar snacks by LPs Quality Meats. An atrium-style lobby features Paramount Coffee Project in the front and Marrickville brewery’s Wildflower sour beer, among other microbrews. Two grand suites feature New York-style lofts with balconies. www.contemporaryhotels.com.auwww.paramounthousehotel.com ◼

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