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FLORIDA INTERNATIONAL May/June 2000
A Shore Thing
Retreat From
the Heat on Miami Beach__
New Oceanfront Oases Refresh Body and Soul
The Beach
House Bal Harbour
Shades of blue
and seafoam green are the colors worn by The Beach House Bal Harbour:
Purchased by Rubell Hotels in 1998, this 1950s beachfront resort,
formerly known as The Palms Resort, is a "kick-off-your-shoes,
"laid-back luxury oasis that encourages guests to "resist the
urge to practice proper hotel etiquette." Located on a strip
of beach two blocks from the swank Bal Harbour Shops, The Beach House is
more Hamptons, coastal Maine or Nantucket than Miami. Stylized
floral arrangements are not the style here. The Beach House adornments
are pitchers and pots of yellow daisies, sea fossils strewn across
tabletops, glass jars of coveted collected shells, and bathing suitclad
guests padding barefoot across the lobby's slate floor". The feel
is homey, more Bed & Breakfast than hotel, but with seven floors and
170 guest rooms, looks can be deceiving.
What is not
deceiving is the warmth that The Beach House exudes. Conceived
owned and operated by the Rubell Family, The Beach House, like other
Rubell properties is a brainchild born of the corroborative effort of
Donald and Mera Rubell and their children, Jennifer and Jason.
Reputed for prior successes in merging historical perspective with
contemporary comment, the Rubells reveal a country casual environment in
this sanctuary. Following its multi-million dollar renovation by
Scott Sanders of the POLO Ralph Lauren design team, The Beach House
embraces guests with an immediate welcome.
The once
typically large lobby is now acutely atypical; completely gutted in
1998, the lobby is subdivided into a series of public spaces, each
expressing an individual personality just as the rooms of any private
residence. According to Jennifer Rubell, the concept of The Beach
House is to convey the idea of "coming home." Indeed, it does
just that.
First
impressions that evoke intimacy in the foyer include overstuffed,
upholstered seating in denim blues and khaki, colorful down pillows that
fill deep couches and club chairs, and huge expanses of glass bring the
outdoors in. Guests are instantly aware of their freedom to roam, and
there are plenty of different rooms to suit many different moods.
"The
Screened-In Porch" facilitates immediate transport to a favorite
cottage at the Cape. Although there is no actual screen, plank
flooring and a paddle-fanned ceiling hint at the feel of a
verandah. Antique white wicker furniture from Kennebunkport,
Maine, plaid cushioned settees, high-back chairs and rockers fill the
room. Glass bowls are brimming with Granny Smith apples.
There's Monopoly and Scrabble, lemonade in the afternoon, sangria in the
evening.
The Seahorse Bar
is named after its giant seahorse-occupied aquarium; ask a few questions
and be surprised by all the things to learn about these mystical
animals. Spread out on a fat leather sofa for a cocktail or a chat at
The Bamboo Room, where on any given day, a guest lecturer; writer or
musician might be entertaining. Art aficionados can accept an open
invitation to peruse the Rubell Family's internationally acclaimed
contemporary art collection, housed in a 40,000 square foot facility
nearby.
On your way back
to your room, stop at The Panty for a personal-sized Haagen-Dazs and a Snapple.
After all, there is a mini-refrigerator in the room for you to stock to
your liking. Retire to a private suite of custom-designed whitewashed
furniture, Ralph Lauren linens and lots of pillows. Expect the
unexpected, including Sony Playstations, cordless phones and Internet
access with remote, cordless keyboards. There's swimsuit wash in
the bathroom and glass jars for keepsake seashell treasures.
Whimsical touches are tucked everywhere.
Outside, the
poolside--outfitted with a conventional bar, an organic juice bar and
small tables for shaded seating beneath date palms--lies just beyond a
garden of sea-creature topiaries. Billowy tents flank the pool's
perimeter, the striped ones serving as individual spas, offering
massage, salt-rub, mud treatment, facial, manicure and pedicure.
Should you
prefer the ocean, tread down to "Gilligan's Island," a private
ocean front parcel with a wide depth of beach just beyond the dunes.
Peek through the coconut palms and seagrapes, and aquamarine waters may
lure you in. Or, take advantage of the hammock grove, and sway
carelessly suspended between two palms. Inhale deeply, and let the
salt air tickle your nose as it tangos with the aroma of Sheila Lukins'
home-style dishes.
A unique blend
of homespun luxury and "hang-out" casual, Beach House Bal
Harbour is whim and whimsy quilted in a New England-style haven for all
ages.
--Deborah
Lesser
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