Its terrace is a guaranteed glitterati-fest – cordoned off by a mini hedgerow, it’s purposely visible and achingly un-pedestrian. Inside, the smooth aesthetic straddles both demure and decadent. Classic 1940’s Hollywood glamour is captured in dark marble, creamy paint and chrome. Its mischievous side emanates from the walls of cowhide, sly sculptures of naked silhouettes, and the trompe l’oeil effect in the mosaic-tiled lap pool.
Bedrooms are sleek, chic and masculine with conveniences that make a mockery of the term: such as one’s granite bathroom having a TV behind the mirror, or a menu for cleaning/waxing one’s valet-parked sports car. Furthermore, one’s nutritional needs are catered to by award-winning chef Mark McEwan in his restaurant sensation, One.