Indigo Pearl resort, Phuket
Bonheur ‘Serenite’ lace dress
Thu Thu Carbon cobblestone shorts
Isabell de Hillerin silk petal skirt
Thu Thu Orangina blouse; Zoobeetle Paris-HK pouch
Svilu Gardenia pocket tee
Kaarem Phi sleeveless top; Thu Thu majorelle Sapa skort
Kaarem Phi sleeveless top; Thu Thu majorelle Sapa skort; Zoobeetle Paris-HK pouch
Feral Childe ghost shift dress
Thu Thu khaki culottes with sapa
Feral Childe ghost shift dress
Thu Thu khaki culottes; Bonheur Oiseaux lace top
Svilu Gardenia pocket tee
All linked clothes available at A Boy Named Sue shop
Say Thailand to me and I’ll still roll my head back and gurgle ERMAGHERD IT WAS AMAZONG at you. It’s been a month now and words still fail me when I try to describe the whole experience. Well, words fail me specifically today because it’s the time of the month and all I can do is pirate noises, but you get my gist, one hardly needs vowels when describing paradise…etc.
I know the timeline on this blog is completely off as we venture into yestermonths and tick off events from bottomless backlogs, so let me explain: last month Kit and I had a brief stint in Asia with e-shop A Boy Named Sue and Thailand was part TWO of this (Hong Kong being part one -watch this space). We arrived in pitch-black Phuket on the last flight out of HK, still trembling from the stress of barely having made it in time for the plane. Our suitcases – a hodgepodge repacking job done an hour before the flight – rolled us out of the airport. At 28 degrees (82F), the air was sweet, and I felt the knots in my shoulders melting away – my first Thai massage, right there.
Technically, Indigo Pearl Resort is not so dissimilar to many European resort models (i.e Forte Village Resort in Sardinia) in the sense that it’s a closed-off compound paradise, but essentially even the air was completely different, and the sun rose from… the East. OK maybe not that different. Over our two nights’ stay we routinely got lost within the resort, discovering magnificent little corners which we couldn’t find again unless by accident… but the way to breakfast was as clear as if we’ve been staying for months, and by the end of it sawadee ka was rolling off our tongues as if natives. All the while, the A Boy Named Sue resort lookbook was shot, between all the wrong turns, the random dips in various pools and whatnot. Stayed tuned for part two at the Racha!
Photography and editing by Park & Cube, photos of me by Kit Lee; Collaborative project with A Boy Named Sue.
