Naturally, the hotel is perfectly equipped to cater to that too: I spent my morning in the newly unveiled Dior Spa, prostrate on crisp white linens as I enjoyed a bespoke massage that managed to solve the crook in my neck after that early morning flight, and left me practically floating. Meanwhile, in the afternoon, I was whisked away for a morning to Dior’s pop-up beach club in the neighboring village of Paraggi, where I ate an outrageously fresh caprese salad on one of the toile de jouy-clad sun loungers, before taking a dip in those cool, crisp waters.
Photo: Courtesy of Belmond
By Friday night, however, it was time to move onto the real reason why we were all here: that party. As the sound of live jazz wafted its way across the property, guests including Kelly Rutherford, Baz Luhrmann, Catherine Martin, and Tina Tunakey began to congregate at the newly unveiled Baratta Sedici bar, which appeared to be the one space in which Brudnizki allowed himself to let loose a little. (Not least with the showstopping bar itself, a flamboyant medley of copper and backlit white onyx behind which the liveried bartenders were whizzing up negronis and martinis for guests before they floated back out to the terrace.)