I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Actually, maybe I should keep this one to myself. Or maybe not. But then again, that would be completely selfish of me wouldn’t it?
Oh OK, here goes. While Ibiza may be famous for parties, beautiful restaurants and beaches there’s a special event that in-the-know islanders look forward to as the season reaches its peak each year – and no, it’s not the arrival of thousands of Italian tourists in August (Italians are always so beautifully well-groomed and styled, don’t you think?), it’s the beginning of the retail sales season.
There. I’ve said it. From the last week in July, retailers – from high fashion to high street - in Ibiza get out their big black marker pens and start dramatically reducing the prices of their summer stock in order to make way for the winter collections. Thankfully for us, this means huge discounts on summer fashion, right in the middle of summer and all the more reason to flex the plastic fantastic!
So today, Miss W got out her trusty diary and made a hit list of stores – Revolver, for that See by Chloe silk blouse I’ve had my eye on; Arias, for those Barbie pink aviator sunglasses that have been calling my name from the window display for weeks; Mayurka for, well, anything I can get my hands on really and then I plan to spend the rest of the strolling through the old town (and then venturing into the new) looking for those wardrobe updates I so desperately need. I mean, a girl can’t possibly be seen wearing the same frock twice in one season these days, you know?
Oh, and the reason I want to guard this secret so fiercely? Well, apart from the fact that nabbing the best pieces and the most bargains myself is of the highest priority, I love the fact that the Ibiza sales are a totally civilised shopping experience – there are no elbows digging into you as you reach for that leopard print bikini and no queues as you head towards the cash register and I fear that once my secret is out, those days will be long gone and we’ll see sales hysteria like the UK or the states reach our fair shores. So promise me you’ll keep this just between you and me?
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Up to 70 per cent discount on summer collections in the middle of the season is sensational. Anywhere else in the world you’d be looking at winter already but no so in sunny Ibiza…
THE BAD: When the one item of clothing you’ve been lusting after for weeks is on sale at a dramatically low price but isn’t available in your size – talk about depressing!
THE GOSSIP: Retail activity is currently down on the island and Miss W seemed to feel as though the sales weren’t quite as good value as previous years – perhaps the penny pinching means store owners can’t offer as big a discount in order to make up for lack of profits this year?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
30/07/08: El Ayoun CD launch
Celebrating their tenth birthday this year means El Ayoun have the perfect excuse for a summer-long season of parties and tonight marked the launch of their very own signature CD as part of the celebrations.
The usual suspects were on hand for an exclusive pre-release listening party, with El Ayoun’s resident DJ Angel Cielo on hand to man the decks and get the dance floor grooving, proudly playing tracks from his brand new creation, a glossy CD with El Ayoun’s signature luxe black and gold adorning the cover – now on high rotation on Miss W’s car stereo and iPod playlists thank you very much!
As always, the service at El Ayoun was exceptional, with the super-attentive bar staff working overtime to ensure their guests never went thirsty and although Miss W didn’t book a table for dinner this evening, the restaurant seemed to be humming and buzzing with activity before diners moved from dinner to drinks - you know the drill. Delicious cocktails followed by dancing til dawn is El Ayoun’s speciality and tonight certainly did not disappoint.
Owner Charles seemed to be schmoozing and socialising wherever Miss W and the White-ettes went, from Privado to the crowded terrace and through to Miss W’s new favourite part of the venue, the uber-cool Club Sushi lounge (where Miss W also spied German techno king Sven Vath tucking into some late-night snacks) – one thing I can say is that the man certainly knows how to host a party. Have you ever heard of anyone not having a good time at El Ayoun? I rest my case.
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Seeing El Ayoun’s outdoor terrace completely packed on a balmy summer’s night, just the way we like it!
THE BAD: Finding parking in San Rafael is getting to be a bit of a nuisance now summer is in full swing – navigating the walk from the car to El Ayoun in heels is not a joy unless you manage to swing a space in the carpark next door…
THE GOSSIP: Miss W heard whispers that a printing errors and late courier deliveries were responsible for the lack of CDs being given away in El Ayoun on the night, but luckily still managed to get her hands on one of the hotly anticipated pre-release copies…
The usual suspects were on hand for an exclusive pre-release listening party, with El Ayoun’s resident DJ Angel Cielo on hand to man the decks and get the dance floor grooving, proudly playing tracks from his brand new creation, a glossy CD with El Ayoun’s signature luxe black and gold adorning the cover – now on high rotation on Miss W’s car stereo and iPod playlists thank you very much!
As always, the service at El Ayoun was exceptional, with the super-attentive bar staff working overtime to ensure their guests never went thirsty and although Miss W didn’t book a table for dinner this evening, the restaurant seemed to be humming and buzzing with activity before diners moved from dinner to drinks - you know the drill. Delicious cocktails followed by dancing til dawn is El Ayoun’s speciality and tonight certainly did not disappoint.
Owner Charles seemed to be schmoozing and socialising wherever Miss W and the White-ettes went, from Privado to the crowded terrace and through to Miss W’s new favourite part of the venue, the uber-cool Club Sushi lounge (where Miss W also spied German techno king Sven Vath tucking into some late-night snacks) – one thing I can say is that the man certainly knows how to host a party. Have you ever heard of anyone not having a good time at El Ayoun? I rest my case.
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Seeing El Ayoun’s outdoor terrace completely packed on a balmy summer’s night, just the way we like it!
THE BAD: Finding parking in San Rafael is getting to be a bit of a nuisance now summer is in full swing – navigating the walk from the car to El Ayoun in heels is not a joy unless you manage to swing a space in the carpark next door…
THE GOSSIP: Miss W heard whispers that a printing errors and late courier deliveries were responsible for the lack of CDs being given away in El Ayoun on the night, but luckily still managed to get her hands on one of the hotly anticipated pre-release copies…
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
29/07/08: Quantum Yoga
Recently a certain White-ette mentioned to Miss W that there were some all-new drop-in yoga classes being held on the terrace at the divine Macao On The Rocks and suggested we try it out, being bikini season and all. She also happened to mention this fact to me during one of my short-lived detoxes (yes, oddly Miss W is prone to starting a health kick during the silly summer season in Ibiza) so it seems I have agreed to get out of bed at silly o’clock (that’s just actually before 10am) today and head to the pebbly shores of Es Codolar to test out Quantum Yoga with expert instructor Lara Baumann.
Not being much of an exercise bunny at the best of times (I mean seriously, we live in Ibiza. Isn’t dancing enough?) meant I was plagued with the same old question I deal with each and every time I leave the house – whatever am I going to wear?
Now let me say this about that. Dressing for seaside yoga is not an easy task when your wardrobe consists of frocks, tops, kaftans, bikinis, an assortment of denim and a plethora of sandals, flip flops and cowboy boots – all I can say is thank god yoga is a barefoot sport (though I’m not sure that you should call it a sport?) since I REALLY couldn’t have fudged the footwear. I managed to dig out a pair of cute stretchy hotpants – left over from my days as a wannabe Manumission girl – and teamed it with a lovely yellow smiley face promo t-shirt courtesy my good friends at We Love Space (THE current must-have tourist item on the island at the moment BTW) to help me start feeling the positive vibes then my trusty White-ette and I jumped into the White-mobile and away we went!
From the minute we pulled into Es Codolar I was overcome with a sense of calm – the turquoise water and glossy grey pebbles are like something straight out of a movie set (and we all know how much Miss W loves a starring role) and the fact that the beach is virtually empty at this hour meant my self consciousness about doing yoga in public completely dissipated. Facing the sea, on the wooden terrace of Macao were our mats, and with the sound of the water lapping the shore along with the twittering birds and crickets, it really was enough to make me feel like Gwyneth Paltrow before I’d even attempted a downward dog!
According to the press material, Quantam Yoga is ‘a flowing dynamic form that supports the creative construction of vinyasa yoga sequences ideally suited to the individual.’ According to Miss W, it’s a really enjoyable free-flowing series of postures (that are as relatively easy or as strenuous as you choose to make them) combined with a special breathing technique that inspired me to want to continue with the practice in order to be able to contort myself into the peak pose, the ‘King Pigeon’ – which looks a whole lot more elegant than it sounds – just like my new guru, Lara had demonstrated with ease, grace and a smile on her face.
But judging by my aches, pains and grimaces as I sit at the computer now, looks like I have a long way to go just yet…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Jumping in the sea directly after finishing the class and swimming straight out to the trampoline like pontoon just off shore for a sneaky sunbathe before heading back to the office. Oh - and did I mention that the classes are followed by a divine breakfast at Macao? Heavenly!
THE BAD: My total lack of flexibility – ouch! Looks like I’ll need to work on that a little if I want to become a yogi like Lara…
THE GOSSIP: Lara is about to release the third in her series of Quantum Yoga CDs, in conjunction with some amazing Ibiza DJs including Sven Vath, Bushwacka! and Rob Marmot. But can techno and yoga really go hand in hand? Only time will tell – that’s if the eagerly awaited delivery of CDs arrives on the island in time for her launch party on Saturday night! Fingers, arms and legs crossed (in a yoga-fied manner of course) for you Lara…
Not being much of an exercise bunny at the best of times (I mean seriously, we live in Ibiza. Isn’t dancing enough?) meant I was plagued with the same old question I deal with each and every time I leave the house – whatever am I going to wear?
Now let me say this about that. Dressing for seaside yoga is not an easy task when your wardrobe consists of frocks, tops, kaftans, bikinis, an assortment of denim and a plethora of sandals, flip flops and cowboy boots – all I can say is thank god yoga is a barefoot sport (though I’m not sure that you should call it a sport?) since I REALLY couldn’t have fudged the footwear. I managed to dig out a pair of cute stretchy hotpants – left over from my days as a wannabe Manumission girl – and teamed it with a lovely yellow smiley face promo t-shirt courtesy my good friends at We Love Space (THE current must-have tourist item on the island at the moment BTW) to help me start feeling the positive vibes then my trusty White-ette and I jumped into the White-mobile and away we went!
From the minute we pulled into Es Codolar I was overcome with a sense of calm – the turquoise water and glossy grey pebbles are like something straight out of a movie set (and we all know how much Miss W loves a starring role) and the fact that the beach is virtually empty at this hour meant my self consciousness about doing yoga in public completely dissipated. Facing the sea, on the wooden terrace of Macao were our mats, and with the sound of the water lapping the shore along with the twittering birds and crickets, it really was enough to make me feel like Gwyneth Paltrow before I’d even attempted a downward dog!
According to the press material, Quantam Yoga is ‘a flowing dynamic form that supports the creative construction of vinyasa yoga sequences ideally suited to the individual.’ According to Miss W, it’s a really enjoyable free-flowing series of postures (that are as relatively easy or as strenuous as you choose to make them) combined with a special breathing technique that inspired me to want to continue with the practice in order to be able to contort myself into the peak pose, the ‘King Pigeon’ – which looks a whole lot more elegant than it sounds – just like my new guru, Lara had demonstrated with ease, grace and a smile on her face.
But judging by my aches, pains and grimaces as I sit at the computer now, looks like I have a long way to go just yet…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Jumping in the sea directly after finishing the class and swimming straight out to the trampoline like pontoon just off shore for a sneaky sunbathe before heading back to the office. Oh - and did I mention that the classes are followed by a divine breakfast at Macao? Heavenly!
THE BAD: My total lack of flexibility – ouch! Looks like I’ll need to work on that a little if I want to become a yogi like Lara…
THE GOSSIP: Lara is about to release the third in her series of Quantum Yoga CDs, in conjunction with some amazing Ibiza DJs including Sven Vath, Bushwacka! and Rob Marmot. But can techno and yoga really go hand in hand? Only time will tell – that’s if the eagerly awaited delivery of CDs arrives on the island in time for her launch party on Saturday night! Fingers, arms and legs crossed (in a yoga-fied manner of course) for you Lara…
Friday, July 18, 2008
18/07/08: Nassau Beach Club
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Ibiza? No sooner have you come home from a day on the beach at Blue Marlin with the White-ettes than a Very Special Friend invites you to spend the following day with them at the island’s hottest new beach bar slash restaurant, Nassau Beach Club. Quite frankly, Miss W thinks it would be rude not to, so off to Playa D’en Bossa she went!
Now, before I get too carried away raving about how fabulous my day was, let me start by telling you that I had a few pre-conceived notions about Playa D’en Bossa, most of which involved a certain beach club that had always put me off visiting the area - to each their own, but it’s just not Miss W’s taste. So it was with hesitation that I selected my outfit for the day, my latest splurge, a Missoni bikini combined with a gorgeous Antik Batik kaftan and the piece de resistance, a HUGE black Jackie O style oversized floppy hat, intended to hide my identity rather than risk being discovered in the PDB hood.
But no sooner had we been escorted to our plush sun loungers in the white sand (so far away from That Other Place it was practically another world) than I whipped off my hat, flicked my hair back into place and couldn’t wait to see who might spot me sitting (oh, ok I was totally posing) in this prime position - I can tell you right now that Nassau is seriously THE new place to be seen. Yes folks, Playa D’en Bossa has a new player in town and Miss W wants to be on their team.
Or at the very least, be a member of the cheer squad!
From the minute I started to feel peckish, freshly made wan-tans seemed to magically appear on the table by my sunbed and no sooner than my throat felt parched than an icy and spicy Bloody Mary materialised for my sipping pleasure (though to tell you the truth, I suspect my Very Special Friend may have been in cahoots with the waiter to ensure the drinks and the food kept a-coming! Either way, I was in heaven!). The only extra thing I could have asked for was a good looking lifeguard to come and fan me down when the temperature started to rise - though I suspect that would probably be a tad excessive, especially when crystal clear water like this is just metres in front of you!
After a few hours spent working hard at our tans, we relocated to the ibiza restaurant to indulge in a late lunch - the goat’s cheese salad is simply out of this world - followed by my favourite pastime, a spot of retail therapy.
Nassau’s boutique managed to put a serious dent in Miss W’s credit card - most notably with a sheer black paisley jumpsuit from Reina & Roses and a beautiful bronze necklace that seems to perfectly accentuate my hard earned tan - before she managed to drag herself back to the sunbed.
Would it be wrong of me to come back tomorrow wearing them both?
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: The delectable ice creams served at Nassau are (almost) better than a frozen dacquiri as a way to beat the summer heat. Actually, the entire dessert cabinet gets my vote - yummo!
THE BAD: The fact that the day beds are completely booked out before the sun has even reached its peak - it’s just not good for the skin to be out in the sun during those hours but then again, missing out on one of those plush, comfy beds seems like a fate worse than sunburn!
THE GOSSIP: Eyeing off the staff at Nassau is a little bit like watching fashion TV - all exceptionally good looking and incredibly well dressed, however Miss W couldn’t fail to notice the lack of Roberto Cavalli uniforms in the house… perhaps today was casual Friday?
Now, before I get too carried away raving about how fabulous my day was, let me start by telling you that I had a few pre-conceived notions about Playa D’en Bossa, most of which involved a certain beach club that had always put me off visiting the area - to each their own, but it’s just not Miss W’s taste. So it was with hesitation that I selected my outfit for the day, my latest splurge, a Missoni bikini combined with a gorgeous Antik Batik kaftan and the piece de resistance, a HUGE black Jackie O style oversized floppy hat, intended to hide my identity rather than risk being discovered in the PDB hood.
But no sooner had we been escorted to our plush sun loungers in the white sand (so far away from That Other Place it was practically another world) than I whipped off my hat, flicked my hair back into place and couldn’t wait to see who might spot me sitting (oh, ok I was totally posing) in this prime position - I can tell you right now that Nassau is seriously THE new place to be seen. Yes folks, Playa D’en Bossa has a new player in town and Miss W wants to be on their team.
Or at the very least, be a member of the cheer squad!
From the minute I started to feel peckish, freshly made wan-tans seemed to magically appear on the table by my sunbed and no sooner than my throat felt parched than an icy and spicy Bloody Mary materialised for my sipping pleasure (though to tell you the truth, I suspect my Very Special Friend may have been in cahoots with the waiter to ensure the drinks and the food kept a-coming! Either way, I was in heaven!). The only extra thing I could have asked for was a good looking lifeguard to come and fan me down when the temperature started to rise - though I suspect that would probably be a tad excessive, especially when crystal clear water like this is just metres in front of you!
After a few hours spent working hard at our tans, we relocated to the ibiza restaurant to indulge in a late lunch - the goat’s cheese salad is simply out of this world - followed by my favourite pastime, a spot of retail therapy.
Nassau’s boutique managed to put a serious dent in Miss W’s credit card - most notably with a sheer black paisley jumpsuit from Reina & Roses and a beautiful bronze necklace that seems to perfectly accentuate my hard earned tan - before she managed to drag herself back to the sunbed.
Would it be wrong of me to come back tomorrow wearing them both?
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: The delectable ice creams served at Nassau are (almost) better than a frozen dacquiri as a way to beat the summer heat. Actually, the entire dessert cabinet gets my vote - yummo!
THE BAD: The fact that the day beds are completely booked out before the sun has even reached its peak - it’s just not good for the skin to be out in the sun during those hours but then again, missing out on one of those plush, comfy beds seems like a fate worse than sunburn!
THE GOSSIP: Eyeing off the staff at Nassau is a little bit like watching fashion TV - all exceptionally good looking and incredibly well dressed, however Miss W couldn’t fail to notice the lack of Roberto Cavalli uniforms in the house… perhaps today was casual Friday?
17/07/08: B.For Planet Sushi opening
It seems to Miss W that Ibiza has really been growing up lately. Not in a coming-of-age way - she did that years ago, with the advent of the VIP and concierge culture. No, this time I mean it’s more like a girl in her late twenties suddenly realising that she no longer wants to wear boob tubes and cowboy boots and swapping her glitter eyeshadow for stylish-yet-understated Chanel eye make-up. I think what I’m trying to say here is that I’m really loving Ibiza’s recent style makeover.
We’ve seen dated old buildings become stylishly rendered apartment blocks, simple beachwear shops become sophisticated and in demand designer labels and dodgy old cafes morph into stunningly restored restaurants and none achieving this last feat better than Ibiza’s newest addition to the great sushi lounge invasion of 2008, B.For Planet Sushi.
Taking what was once a non-descript café-cum-restaurant dominating the ground floor of a dated white apartment building on a pretty boring stretch of road famous only for its resident super club, the infamous high-end sushi train (excuse the pun!) and converting it into an ultra-modern restaurant and lounge bar that wouldn’t be out of place in New York, London, Sydney or Tokyo, it looks like Planet Sushi are on a roll.
All jokes aside, you won’t find any tacky sushi trains here - Miss W was pleased to note the striking wooden decks, complete with sparkling-yet subtle lights on the open air terrace, with a slick and streamlined interior including a softly illuminated bar area, following in the footsteps of its predecessors around the world.
Who was there? Who wasn’t! Another occasion for the social butterflies of the White Isle to catch up - all in the name of work for Miss W - though thankfully now the season is in full swing, conversations have turned to how summer is progressing rather than what our winter adventures were like and what the summer has in store - about time!
THE GOOD: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. A girl can NEVER have too much sushi. Welcome to the neighbourhood Planet Sushi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship…
THE BAD: The invite only event may have had free flowing wine but wasn’t so generous with the main event - and yes I’m talking about sushi! While Miss W is no freeloader, it does seem a little strange to invite Ibiza’s A-List for a tasting and then ask them to cough up for the bill, don’t you think?
THE GOSSIP: The talk (in conspiratorial hush-hush tones of course) of the evening was just how a certain very famous nightclub that happens to be just a few hundred metres down the road and boasts it very own sushi bar would deal with the shiny new kid on the block as competition. Miss W says just wait and see - she believes that certain nightclub never misses a trick! Oh - and whatever is that name all about anyway?
We’ve seen dated old buildings become stylishly rendered apartment blocks, simple beachwear shops become sophisticated and in demand designer labels and dodgy old cafes morph into stunningly restored restaurants and none achieving this last feat better than Ibiza’s newest addition to the great sushi lounge invasion of 2008, B.For Planet Sushi.
Taking what was once a non-descript café-cum-restaurant dominating the ground floor of a dated white apartment building on a pretty boring stretch of road famous only for its resident super club, the infamous high-end sushi train (excuse the pun!) and converting it into an ultra-modern restaurant and lounge bar that wouldn’t be out of place in New York, London, Sydney or Tokyo, it looks like Planet Sushi are on a roll.
All jokes aside, you won’t find any tacky sushi trains here - Miss W was pleased to note the striking wooden decks, complete with sparkling-yet subtle lights on the open air terrace, with a slick and streamlined interior including a softly illuminated bar area, following in the footsteps of its predecessors around the world.
Who was there? Who wasn’t! Another occasion for the social butterflies of the White Isle to catch up - all in the name of work for Miss W - though thankfully now the season is in full swing, conversations have turned to how summer is progressing rather than what our winter adventures were like and what the summer has in store - about time!
THE GOOD: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. A girl can NEVER have too much sushi. Welcome to the neighbourhood Planet Sushi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship…
THE BAD: The invite only event may have had free flowing wine but wasn’t so generous with the main event - and yes I’m talking about sushi! While Miss W is no freeloader, it does seem a little strange to invite Ibiza’s A-List for a tasting and then ask them to cough up for the bill, don’t you think?
THE GOSSIP: The talk (in conspiratorial hush-hush tones of course) of the evening was just how a certain very famous nightclub that happens to be just a few hundred metres down the road and boasts it very own sushi bar would deal with the shiny new kid on the block as competition. Miss W says just wait and see - she believes that certain nightclub never misses a trick! Oh - and whatever is that name all about anyway?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
14/07/08: Miss W’s birthday!
Well, darned if I wasn’t just thinking that I was getting a little too old for clubbing and then my very own birthday rolled around yet again - it doesn’t feel like a year since the last one and yet I’m POSITIVE I still don’t look a day over 27! Wouldn’t you agree?
Miss W is certainly not one to let a birthday pass quietly or unannounced so an extra special fiesta was organised in my honour - for which a very big thank you goes out to My Very Special Housemate - at one of my favourite beachside locations, S’Estanyol.
There’s nothing better than a l-o-n-g, leisurely late lunch with about 30 of your closest mates, all digging into the mouth-wateringly delicious paella and drowning jugs of delicious sangria followed by the ceremonious verses of ‘happy birthday to you’ sung in unison with ‘cumpleanos feliz’ - a treat for all your senses.
And you know, Miss W does love the ritual of unwrapping a present (or two)!
Once the sun went down, My Very Famous DJ Friend jumped behind the decks - though sadly they wouldn’t play any Kylie Minogue for me, even though it was my very special birthday request - until around 2am, when it was time to relocate the party, just a hop, skip and a bumpy car ride down the dirt road to Pacha, where Roger Sanchez’s Release Yourself was in full swing.
The highlights? A White-ette doing her very best Pacha dancer impersonations (though thankfully she refrained from climbing into the life-sized champagne glass on the roof!), a Certain Club Promoter doing their best to try and sweet talk one of Pacha’s resident DJs to play at a rival club and a White-ette’s Wonderful Boyfriend saving the day (or night) and driving Miss W home when there were no taxis to be found - thank you ever so much!
Even though it was technically a school night, I managed to skip home through the cobbled streets of Dalt Vila just in time to catch the views of the stunning sunrise from my balcony (a view which never ceases to amaze me), while getting plenty of birthday love from my (most likely just hungry) new kitten and my beautiful (but grumpy) old cat.
Aren’t birthdays in Ibiza just fabulous? I may have to make like Alice In Wonderland and throw myself an ‘un-birthday’ party next week so I can do it all again!
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: All my wonderful extravagant gifts… errr, I mean, all my wonderful generous friends!
THE BAD: Well, though I am loathe to complain about anything on my birthday, I must admit that the art of the birthday cake seems to be lost on the Spanish bakeries. It’s fruit flan or fake cream all the way here in ibiza - but all I really wanted was a batch of Magnolia Bakery style cupcakes!
THE GOSSIP: All eyes were on Miss W’s Kind Of Boyfriend tonight in anticipation of the gifts he would bestow - but Miss W will have to report on that later as he turned up to my soiree empty handed… I’m presuming he’ll be making up for it later?
Miss W is certainly not one to let a birthday pass quietly or unannounced so an extra special fiesta was organised in my honour - for which a very big thank you goes out to My Very Special Housemate - at one of my favourite beachside locations, S’Estanyol.
There’s nothing better than a l-o-n-g, leisurely late lunch with about 30 of your closest mates, all digging into the mouth-wateringly delicious paella and drowning jugs of delicious sangria followed by the ceremonious verses of ‘happy birthday to you’ sung in unison with ‘cumpleanos feliz’ - a treat for all your senses.
And you know, Miss W does love the ritual of unwrapping a present (or two)!
Once the sun went down, My Very Famous DJ Friend jumped behind the decks - though sadly they wouldn’t play any Kylie Minogue for me, even though it was my very special birthday request - until around 2am, when it was time to relocate the party, just a hop, skip and a bumpy car ride down the dirt road to Pacha, where Roger Sanchez’s Release Yourself was in full swing.
The highlights? A White-ette doing her very best Pacha dancer impersonations (though thankfully she refrained from climbing into the life-sized champagne glass on the roof!), a Certain Club Promoter doing their best to try and sweet talk one of Pacha’s resident DJs to play at a rival club and a White-ette’s Wonderful Boyfriend saving the day (or night) and driving Miss W home when there were no taxis to be found - thank you ever so much!
Even though it was technically a school night, I managed to skip home through the cobbled streets of Dalt Vila just in time to catch the views of the stunning sunrise from my balcony (a view which never ceases to amaze me), while getting plenty of birthday love from my (most likely just hungry) new kitten and my beautiful (but grumpy) old cat.
Aren’t birthdays in Ibiza just fabulous? I may have to make like Alice In Wonderland and throw myself an ‘un-birthday’ party next week so I can do it all again!
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: All my wonderful extravagant gifts… errr, I mean, all my wonderful generous friends!
THE BAD: Well, though I am loathe to complain about anything on my birthday, I must admit that the art of the birthday cake seems to be lost on the Spanish bakeries. It’s fruit flan or fake cream all the way here in ibiza - but all I really wanted was a batch of Magnolia Bakery style cupcakes!
THE GOSSIP: All eyes were on Miss W’s Kind Of Boyfriend tonight in anticipation of the gifts he would bestow - but Miss W will have to report on that later as he turned up to my soiree empty handed… I’m presuming he’ll be making up for it later?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
08/07/08: Carl Cox Opening Party
What do you mean there are more opening parties? Don’t these people know it’s July already? Seriously, how many new outfits can a girl continue to buy? Actually, now that I think of it, there are seven clubs, each open seven nights, each of which will be having an opening party - you do the math!
Looks like Miss W had better start saving her euros for the closing party wardrobe pretty soon then!
OK, so I may have gotten just a little off topic, but the fact of the matter is, the opening parties just keep on coming. Tonight marks the opening of everyone’s favourite techno DJ’s legendary party at Space, and I’m talking about none other than the big man himself, Carl Cox. With just a few of his very favourite friends (tonight, Green Velvet and James Lavelle) on hand to help out behind the decks - so very kind of them.
What I love most about Carl’s party is that you get the chance to experience Space in all its glory, without missing out on any of the musical action, thanks to the fact Mr Cox plays two sets - one on the sunset terrace before midnight and another - the most highly anticipated on - inside the packed discotek much later on. There’s no freaking out about rushing between rooms or stressing about set times - this really is the clubber’s party.
As in previous years, when the main room has reached its peak, a giant white sheet is thrown across the heads (more likely, the raised arms) on the entire dancefloor, enveloping them in a parachute like cocoon bubble. If Miss W didn’t have her Kind Of Boyfriend on hand to keep her protected she may have gotten a little claustrophobic, but as it stands, managed to get into the spirit of things and scream and cheer enthusiastically as it was whipped off!
Of course, after all the excitement (and the slight moment where I almost panicked in sheer terror), I needed to retire to the comfort of the VIP area and sip on a champers whilst having my shoulders massaged to calm my nerves.
Maybe Miss W is getting just a tad too old for all this clubbing malarky?
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: While Carl has plenty of famous friends gracing the decks, he’s also supporting a lot of fresh talent. Miss W was particularly impressed with a young lad going by the name of Mr Doris, spinning the wheels of steel on the Premier Etage all night long. The guy has a seriously amazing music collection and will be playing here every week so be sure to check him out.
THE BAD: The fact that the party only goes for nine weeks. What’s wrong with playing an extended summer like everyone else?
THE GOSSIP: The hype surrounding Carl Cox’s ‘friends’. Is it really possible that each and every one of those ultra-famous DJs is actually a good mate or is it simply a gimmick to promote the amazing line-ups? Miss W hears from her Very Reliable Source that it is indeed the truth, and all DJs mentioned on the flyer have at some point been round to Carl’s place for tea! Bless…
Looks like Miss W had better start saving her euros for the closing party wardrobe pretty soon then!
OK, so I may have gotten just a little off topic, but the fact of the matter is, the opening parties just keep on coming. Tonight marks the opening of everyone’s favourite techno DJ’s legendary party at Space, and I’m talking about none other than the big man himself, Carl Cox. With just a few of his very favourite friends (tonight, Green Velvet and James Lavelle) on hand to help out behind the decks - so very kind of them.
What I love most about Carl’s party is that you get the chance to experience Space in all its glory, without missing out on any of the musical action, thanks to the fact Mr Cox plays two sets - one on the sunset terrace before midnight and another - the most highly anticipated on - inside the packed discotek much later on. There’s no freaking out about rushing between rooms or stressing about set times - this really is the clubber’s party.
As in previous years, when the main room has reached its peak, a giant white sheet is thrown across the heads (more likely, the raised arms) on the entire dancefloor, enveloping them in a parachute like cocoon bubble. If Miss W didn’t have her Kind Of Boyfriend on hand to keep her protected she may have gotten a little claustrophobic, but as it stands, managed to get into the spirit of things and scream and cheer enthusiastically as it was whipped off!
Of course, after all the excitement (and the slight moment where I almost panicked in sheer terror), I needed to retire to the comfort of the VIP area and sip on a champers whilst having my shoulders massaged to calm my nerves.
Maybe Miss W is getting just a tad too old for all this clubbing malarky?
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: While Carl has plenty of famous friends gracing the decks, he’s also supporting a lot of fresh talent. Miss W was particularly impressed with a young lad going by the name of Mr Doris, spinning the wheels of steel on the Premier Etage all night long. The guy has a seriously amazing music collection and will be playing here every week so be sure to check him out.
THE BAD: The fact that the party only goes for nine weeks. What’s wrong with playing an extended summer like everyone else?
THE GOSSIP: The hype surrounding Carl Cox’s ‘friends’. Is it really possible that each and every one of those ultra-famous DJs is actually a good mate or is it simply a gimmick to promote the amazing line-ups? Miss W hears from her Very Reliable Source that it is indeed the truth, and all DJs mentioned on the flyer have at some point been round to Carl’s place for tea! Bless…
08/07/08: Beach Azuli @ Sol Den Serra
After an impressive debut in June, Beach Azuli returned to Sol Den Serra for the second in their series of not-so-secret beach parties and Miss W was on hand for the duration of the event in the interests of quality control of course.
From the 4pm kick-off time it was clear that Azuli weren’t going to have any problem filling the venue, with streams of cars and taxis making a beeline for Cala Llonga to make the most of the afternoon sunshine. There were sparkling kaftans aplenty, enough camera crews to feel like you were at Ibiza’s equivalent of the Cannes Film Festival and the odd local celebrity or two thrown in for good measure.
Miss W was particularly pleased to see White Ibiza’s favourite winemaker Laurent Fresard (with his family flown all the way from France for the occasion!) had managed to secure his very own wine bar on the sand, with the Ibizkus flowing thick and fast to quench the thirst of the many partygoers. And what a pretty sight all those sparkling champagne flutes filled with the striking pink vino made, glittering in the sun! Photo opportunity anyone?
So as for my quality control checks? It was simple. Stunning venue? Check. Beautiful people? Check. Icy mojitos, chilled vibes and the luxury of dancing on soft sand in the sunlight? Check, check and checkmate! When you’re onto a good thing…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Picture perfect weather at a picture perfect venue with a picture perfect crowd - this was an event that could have been featured in the latest edition of Vogue!
THE BAD: The music. While I don’t make any claims to be a music critic, I know what I like and let’s just say the music embellished with live vocals in the late afternoon wasn’t to my taste! Top marks go to to Italian hottie Alex Neri for steering it back on course later on.
THE GOSSIP: Miss W had to wonder why the Sol Den Serra restaurant wasn’t open for the duration of the event and why the gourmet barbeque from the first event had turned into the equivalent of a pricey sausage sizzle? Just because we’re dancing on the sand doesn’t mean we don’t want to nibble on sushi…
From the 4pm kick-off time it was clear that Azuli weren’t going to have any problem filling the venue, with streams of cars and taxis making a beeline for Cala Llonga to make the most of the afternoon sunshine. There were sparkling kaftans aplenty, enough camera crews to feel like you were at Ibiza’s equivalent of the Cannes Film Festival and the odd local celebrity or two thrown in for good measure.
Miss W was particularly pleased to see White Ibiza’s favourite winemaker Laurent Fresard (with his family flown all the way from France for the occasion!) had managed to secure his very own wine bar on the sand, with the Ibizkus flowing thick and fast to quench the thirst of the many partygoers. And what a pretty sight all those sparkling champagne flutes filled with the striking pink vino made, glittering in the sun! Photo opportunity anyone?
So as for my quality control checks? It was simple. Stunning venue? Check. Beautiful people? Check. Icy mojitos, chilled vibes and the luxury of dancing on soft sand in the sunlight? Check, check and checkmate! When you’re onto a good thing…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: Picture perfect weather at a picture perfect venue with a picture perfect crowd - this was an event that could have been featured in the latest edition of Vogue!
THE BAD: The music. While I don’t make any claims to be a music critic, I know what I like and let’s just say the music embellished with live vocals in the late afternoon wasn’t to my taste! Top marks go to to Italian hottie Alex Neri for steering it back on course later on.
THE GOSSIP: Miss W had to wonder why the Sol Den Serra restaurant wasn’t open for the duration of the event and why the gourmet barbeque from the first event had turned into the equivalent of a pricey sausage sizzle? Just because we’re dancing on the sand doesn’t mean we don’t want to nibble on sushi…
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
07/07/08: Tiesto @ Privilege opening
While Ibiza seems to be the centre of the dance music universe, Miss W has to admit that the idea of heading to a venue packed full of 10 000 clubbers raving to trance music is not her idea of a good time. In fact, I’d rather poke myself in the eye with a blunt fork to be honest.
Oh sorry - did I just get off on the wrong foot?
What I meant to say was, it was with trepidation that Miss W headed to the World’s Biggest Club, Privilege for the opening party of the award winning ‘Best Global DJ’ Tiesto’s brand spanking new residency. It’s called in search of sunrise, but I’ve got to say, with all the lasers, light shows and visuals going on, it seemed pretty clear to me that this was a NIGHT club in full swing - full to its 10 000 person capacity in fact.
Of course, Miss W had reserved herself a seat in the plush Privilege VIP section, mainly to avoid her toes being trampled on by the hordes - a good pedicure doesn’t come cheap in Ibiza these days you know - and upon arriving at the club just a tad after midnight, I was very glad I had done so. The place was literally packed to the rafters, meaning the VIP was really the only place you could get a little breathing (and dancing) space.
Tonight I have to say, Privilege felt more like a rock stadium than a club to me, thought the music - a cross section of trance, house and chunky techno - was certainly not rocky in any way. I’ve got to admit, combined with the cinema-sized screens, the amazing visuals and the enthusiasm of the crowd (not to mention Tiesto himself), I even got quite into it!
Guess they don’t call him the best for nothing! Apparently it takes an entire day to dismantle the production, so Privilege is closed on Tuesdays. Do you think this means Miss W can take the day off to recover as well?
THE GOOD: Wow. How impressive is Privilege when she’s all dolled up and ready to impress? Seeing Tiesto utilise the venue to its full capacity really turned my opinion of the ultimate super club on its head. I think it’s safe to say I’ll be back!
THE BAD: What to wear? With so many people in one place, it’s almost certain you’ll see someone wearing the same thing as you! Though then again, it’s so huge the chances of running into your fashion twin is quite slim too…
THE GOSSIP: Getting one’s name on a guest list for Tiesto is virtually impossible. Perhaps the massive scale of the production means that every euro is needed to cover costs? It’s certainly something the island’s VIP set are not used to…
Oh sorry - did I just get off on the wrong foot?
What I meant to say was, it was with trepidation that Miss W headed to the World’s Biggest Club, Privilege for the opening party of the award winning ‘Best Global DJ’ Tiesto’s brand spanking new residency. It’s called in search of sunrise, but I’ve got to say, with all the lasers, light shows and visuals going on, it seemed pretty clear to me that this was a NIGHT club in full swing - full to its 10 000 person capacity in fact.
Of course, Miss W had reserved herself a seat in the plush Privilege VIP section, mainly to avoid her toes being trampled on by the hordes - a good pedicure doesn’t come cheap in Ibiza these days you know - and upon arriving at the club just a tad after midnight, I was very glad I had done so. The place was literally packed to the rafters, meaning the VIP was really the only place you could get a little breathing (and dancing) space.
Tonight I have to say, Privilege felt more like a rock stadium than a club to me, thought the music - a cross section of trance, house and chunky techno - was certainly not rocky in any way. I’ve got to admit, combined with the cinema-sized screens, the amazing visuals and the enthusiasm of the crowd (not to mention Tiesto himself), I even got quite into it!
Guess they don’t call him the best for nothing! Apparently it takes an entire day to dismantle the production, so Privilege is closed on Tuesdays. Do you think this means Miss W can take the day off to recover as well?
THE GOOD: Wow. How impressive is Privilege when she’s all dolled up and ready to impress? Seeing Tiesto utilise the venue to its full capacity really turned my opinion of the ultimate super club on its head. I think it’s safe to say I’ll be back!
THE BAD: What to wear? With so many people in one place, it’s almost certain you’ll see someone wearing the same thing as you! Though then again, it’s so huge the chances of running into your fashion twin is quite slim too…
THE GOSSIP: Getting one’s name on a guest list for Tiesto is virtually impossible. Perhaps the massive scale of the production means that every euro is needed to cover costs? It’s certainly something the island’s VIP set are not used to…
Friday, July 4, 2008
03/07/08: BE @ Space opening
After two very successful practice runs late last season - and yes, Miss W was there to witness them both - there was much speculation as to whether Danny Tenaglia would return the island to begin his own residency at Space this year, and luckily for us, the rumours turned out to be true.
So Thursday nights it is - just when you thought there couldn’t be any more opening parties for Miss W to go to!
So in preparation to see one of New York’s finest, I got dressed up in my New York finest - a super-cool BCBG (but Missoni-esque) poncho purchased in the big apple a few years ago - hailed a cab and then hightailed it over the Space.
(Note to self: ENOUGH with the New York references. Think this may be a sign I’ve watched one too many episodes of Sex And The City this week. Need to get out more. Hmmm, I wonder whether the SATC film will EVER be shown in its original language here in Ibiza? I mean, I’m still learning Spanish, but I certainly don’t think I could keep up with Carrie’s relationships without subtitles to say the least!)
So where was I? That’s right, Space. I was expecting the usual six room extravaganza so was pretty surprised to see only the new terrace in operation when I arrived, but then again, when half the island is turning out simply to see one man, there’s no point trying to program music in the other rooms is there?
While Miss W has been known to linger around DJ booths in her time, there were way too many hangers on around DT tonight - looking like he'd brought his very own New York style entourage - which meant I made a beeline for the VIP area in order to have enough space to dance (quite ironic there was no space on the dance floor, given the name of the club), speedy table service for my drinks and a bird’s eye view of all the action.
The music? Classic Danny Tenaglia, a long and detailed journey through house-flavoured techno (does that make sense to anyone except me?), guaranteed to get you dancing and quite possibly inspire you to snap up DT’s latest album Futurism (Miss W currently has it on high rotation in the car!). The atmosphere? Electric. The punters wanted Danny, and it was pure Danny all the way. All the way down to his dorky cap and toy rave glasses - bless…
THE GOOD: Finally seeing Space building their very own flagship night - and the fact that DT is taking up residency in Ibiza of course!
THE BAD: Oh Danny. Those billboards. Those glasses. Need we say more?
THE GOSSIP: The dancers in the beach and pre-party parades looked suspiciously like a bunch of moonlighting Manumission girls… doesn’t anyone have any loyalty these days?
So Thursday nights it is - just when you thought there couldn’t be any more opening parties for Miss W to go to!
So in preparation to see one of New York’s finest, I got dressed up in my New York finest - a super-cool BCBG (but Missoni-esque) poncho purchased in the big apple a few years ago - hailed a cab and then hightailed it over the Space.
(Note to self: ENOUGH with the New York references. Think this may be a sign I’ve watched one too many episodes of Sex And The City this week. Need to get out more. Hmmm, I wonder whether the SATC film will EVER be shown in its original language here in Ibiza? I mean, I’m still learning Spanish, but I certainly don’t think I could keep up with Carrie’s relationships without subtitles to say the least!)
So where was I? That’s right, Space. I was expecting the usual six room extravaganza so was pretty surprised to see only the new terrace in operation when I arrived, but then again, when half the island is turning out simply to see one man, there’s no point trying to program music in the other rooms is there?
While Miss W has been known to linger around DJ booths in her time, there were way too many hangers on around DT tonight - looking like he'd brought his very own New York style entourage - which meant I made a beeline for the VIP area in order to have enough space to dance (quite ironic there was no space on the dance floor, given the name of the club), speedy table service for my drinks and a bird’s eye view of all the action.
The music? Classic Danny Tenaglia, a long and detailed journey through house-flavoured techno (does that make sense to anyone except me?), guaranteed to get you dancing and quite possibly inspire you to snap up DT’s latest album Futurism (Miss W currently has it on high rotation in the car!). The atmosphere? Electric. The punters wanted Danny, and it was pure Danny all the way. All the way down to his dorky cap and toy rave glasses - bless…
THE GOOD: Finally seeing Space building their very own flagship night - and the fact that DT is taking up residency in Ibiza of course!
THE BAD: Oh Danny. Those billboards. Those glasses. Need we say more?
THE GOSSIP: The dancers in the beach and pre-party parades looked suspiciously like a bunch of moonlighting Manumission girls… doesn’t anyone have any loyalty these days?
03/07/08 KM5’s 14th birthday
No sooner had one birthday bash finished then an invitation arrived in Miss W’s inbox for another - only this time the invite in question was for one of the island’s most established, well, establishments, KM5, celebrating 14 years of glitz, glam and all-round-gorgeousness.
You have to admit, KM5 looks pretty unassuming from its position on the road to San Jose - the building itself is practically camouflaged by greenery and the faded white sign declaring its existence could almost be a road sign declaring your location - well, a hippy-fied and pretty road sign, but you get my drift.
Perhaps that’s why it’s so popular with the locals - it’s almost like an ultra chic hideout from the madness of the island during the tourist season, a place where you can catch up with friends and actually HEAR them speak over the music while your having a conversation - but then when you feel like taking it up a level there’s the dance floor inside so you get the best of both worlds.
But I digress. With a White-ette and her Wonderful Boyfriend in tow, Miss W donned her finest Jade Jagger-esque ensemble (I know it’s a bit of an Ibiza cliché but she really is one of my style icons - just roll with it) of gladiator sandals and a flowing bejewelled kaftan, complete with wavy locks and a spritz of Stella McCartney’s divine rose-scented fragrance just to keep the celebrity association going and hotfooted it to KM5 for a glass or three of celebratory bubbles before heading to Space for the opening of the one and only Danny Tenaglia’s new night.
Once again, the restaurant was completely booked out, each and every tent, lounge and cushion covered space was awash with Ibiza’s beautiful people all getting into the festive spirit. Miss W chose to linger by her favourite part of the garden - right beside the kitsch killer whale bar of course, the perfect spot for people watching as they revolve in and out of each entrance - before heading inside to quickly warm up her dancing shoes before the clock struck midnight (oh OK, I’ll admit it was a wee bit later than that) and she had to make her exit.
So many parties, so little time…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: The beautiful, balmy Ibiza weather. The last time Miss W was at KM5 it was blowing a gale, but tonight you couldn’t have sold your soul for a more perfect evening to spend amongst the lush garden settings and under the stars.
THE BAD: Why is it that KM5 events always fall on the same night as another major event on the island? Is it a matter of bad timing or the fact that there’s just too much going on in Ibiza and always something great at KM5 for that matter? Either way, Miss W is looking forward to the next time she can head to KM5 and settle in for the night without having to worry about dashing off to her next engagement!
THE GOSSIP: According to Miss W’s sources, certain restaurant diners were getting just a tad raucous after finishing their meals and rather than give up their seats and move to the crowded bar areas, chose to party at their table. While Miss W is never one to spoil the party, she’s also not one to spoil someone else’s five star meal - a little consideration for those around you is not too much to ask?
You have to admit, KM5 looks pretty unassuming from its position on the road to San Jose - the building itself is practically camouflaged by greenery and the faded white sign declaring its existence could almost be a road sign declaring your location - well, a hippy-fied and pretty road sign, but you get my drift.
Perhaps that’s why it’s so popular with the locals - it’s almost like an ultra chic hideout from the madness of the island during the tourist season, a place where you can catch up with friends and actually HEAR them speak over the music while your having a conversation - but then when you feel like taking it up a level there’s the dance floor inside so you get the best of both worlds.
But I digress. With a White-ette and her Wonderful Boyfriend in tow, Miss W donned her finest Jade Jagger-esque ensemble (I know it’s a bit of an Ibiza cliché but she really is one of my style icons - just roll with it) of gladiator sandals and a flowing bejewelled kaftan, complete with wavy locks and a spritz of Stella McCartney’s divine rose-scented fragrance just to keep the celebrity association going and hotfooted it to KM5 for a glass or three of celebratory bubbles before heading to Space for the opening of the one and only Danny Tenaglia’s new night.
Once again, the restaurant was completely booked out, each and every tent, lounge and cushion covered space was awash with Ibiza’s beautiful people all getting into the festive spirit. Miss W chose to linger by her favourite part of the garden - right beside the kitsch killer whale bar of course, the perfect spot for people watching as they revolve in and out of each entrance - before heading inside to quickly warm up her dancing shoes before the clock struck midnight (oh OK, I’ll admit it was a wee bit later than that) and she had to make her exit.
So many parties, so little time…
THE LOWDOWN
THE GOOD: The beautiful, balmy Ibiza weather. The last time Miss W was at KM5 it was blowing a gale, but tonight you couldn’t have sold your soul for a more perfect evening to spend amongst the lush garden settings and under the stars.
THE BAD: Why is it that KM5 events always fall on the same night as another major event on the island? Is it a matter of bad timing or the fact that there’s just too much going on in Ibiza and always something great at KM5 for that matter? Either way, Miss W is looking forward to the next time she can head to KM5 and settle in for the night without having to worry about dashing off to her next engagement!
THE GOSSIP: According to Miss W’s sources, certain restaurant diners were getting just a tad raucous after finishing their meals and rather than give up their seats and move to the crowded bar areas, chose to party at their table. While Miss W is never one to spoil the party, she’s also not one to spoil someone else’s five star meal - a little consideration for those around you is not too much to ask?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
01/07/08 Aura’s 3rd birthday
Miss W was quite taken aback when she received the invite to Aura’s third birthday bash - to be honest, I feel like I’ve been going here practically forever - from good old English style Sunday roasts in the winter to its latest inception as a cosmopolitan tapas and cocktail lounge - who’d have thought this all could have happened in such a short space of time?
Just goes to show that time flies when you’re having fun - especially in Ibiza.
To make up for the fact that she couldn’t really buy a fabulous birthday gift for Aura in honour of the event - I mean really, what do you give the venue that already has everything? - Miss W simply compensated by buying herself a little present for the occasion, in the shape of a fabulous new white cheesecloth maxi-dress straight off the rack in Antik Batik - very Ibiza if I do say so myself!
Resident DJ Nima Gorji - who is one of my all-time favourite local DJs by the way - manoeuvred the wheels of steel to ensure the perfect blend of smooth house grooves and underground sounds, getting not only toes tapping but bodies moving and booties shaking and creating a real party atmosphere from the minute you walked through the door. Special guest Pacha Recordings DJ Mass hopped behind the decks to lend a helping hand and provide his own soundtrack to the event - a move that had me swishing my layers of cheesecloth as if I were a flamenco dancer. Well, a wannabe flamenco dancer if nothing else!
Many guests made the most of the balmy night and lingered outside on the gorgeously lit terrace, while others practically mobbed the bar to get a taste of the fresh new cocktails exclusive to Aura - yes, they are that good! You know I don’t like to play favourites with my beloved bars… but I am almost ready to admit that Aura could well boast the very best cocktails on the island!
Many happy returns indeed Aura from Miss W, the White-ettes and the Token White Male - and may there be many more like it to come!
THE GOOD: The tasty gourmet tapas menu. Miss W must admit she was sad to say goodbye to Aura’s previous menu, but upon sampling the delectable char-grilled duck with peach brochettes - my new all-time favourite food on the island - I can safely say that the all-new Aura is even better than before. Three cheers to executive chef Javier Massetani!
THE BAD: The difficulty in getting home from the north of the island when you don’t have a designated driver. Why do taxis find it so difficult to respond to calls on the island, particularly given the fact they must know there are hundreds of revellers stranded at a venue at the end of an evening?
THE GOSSIP: A certain long-time Aura staffer and a very well-known restaurant manager seemed to be making eyes at each other across the bar all night long, which didn’t go unnoticed by most of the local crew. It’s been all over the rumour mill for the past few years - completely unfounded Miss W might add - however now it seems the timing might be right for these two… Ohhhh, Miss W hopes so indeed!
Just goes to show that time flies when you’re having fun - especially in Ibiza.
To make up for the fact that she couldn’t really buy a fabulous birthday gift for Aura in honour of the event - I mean really, what do you give the venue that already has everything? - Miss W simply compensated by buying herself a little present for the occasion, in the shape of a fabulous new white cheesecloth maxi-dress straight off the rack in Antik Batik - very Ibiza if I do say so myself!
Resident DJ Nima Gorji - who is one of my all-time favourite local DJs by the way - manoeuvred the wheels of steel to ensure the perfect blend of smooth house grooves and underground sounds, getting not only toes tapping but bodies moving and booties shaking and creating a real party atmosphere from the minute you walked through the door. Special guest Pacha Recordings DJ Mass hopped behind the decks to lend a helping hand and provide his own soundtrack to the event - a move that had me swishing my layers of cheesecloth as if I were a flamenco dancer. Well, a wannabe flamenco dancer if nothing else!
Many guests made the most of the balmy night and lingered outside on the gorgeously lit terrace, while others practically mobbed the bar to get a taste of the fresh new cocktails exclusive to Aura - yes, they are that good! You know I don’t like to play favourites with my beloved bars… but I am almost ready to admit that Aura could well boast the very best cocktails on the island!
Many happy returns indeed Aura from Miss W, the White-ettes and the Token White Male - and may there be many more like it to come!
THE GOOD: The tasty gourmet tapas menu. Miss W must admit she was sad to say goodbye to Aura’s previous menu, but upon sampling the delectable char-grilled duck with peach brochettes - my new all-time favourite food on the island - I can safely say that the all-new Aura is even better than before. Three cheers to executive chef Javier Massetani!
THE BAD: The difficulty in getting home from the north of the island when you don’t have a designated driver. Why do taxis find it so difficult to respond to calls on the island, particularly given the fact they must know there are hundreds of revellers stranded at a venue at the end of an evening?
THE GOSSIP: A certain long-time Aura staffer and a very well-known restaurant manager seemed to be making eyes at each other across the bar all night long, which didn’t go unnoticed by most of the local crew. It’s been all over the rumour mill for the past few years - completely unfounded Miss W might add - however now it seems the timing might be right for these two… Ohhhh, Miss W hopes so indeed!
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