There is a special place in my mind, a cove, a nook, what have you – located somewhere in the general thereabouts of naughty-thoughtsburg and childish-schemesville. A little room that’s lined with premium faux-fur (‘stroke the furry wall, Albus’), and a make-it-yourself-burrito/burger/sundae/pho buffet in each of the four corners. And Henry Cavil as butler, in Olympic swimtrunks with ‘FAB’ written across the buttocks. We are not talking about the Maldives just yet kids, this space that I describe, is my ‘Happy Place’.
Swimsuit – ASOS.
Shirt & Bandeau – ASOS. Beach Pareo - Tallulah & Hope.
Ever since November 2015 however, my Happy Place has had a refurbishment. Now it is the exact replica of Conrad Maldives: white beaches with glassy water frothing at the hem, azure horizon that meets a cotton candy sky canvas, and all the amenities in a water villa. This is where I go in my mind, when my dude is particularly bewitched at the notion of explaining the difference between supply and demand in the heaviest economist-lingo he can muster. I mentally snorkel out to the reefs and lather a wave underwater to family of clownfish while grunting the occasional Mmn, and ooh really‘s as he pulls out a complex-looking spreadsheet.
Park & Cube was a guest of Conrad Maldives, all views and opinion my own, as per usual.