Jet-Set Bohemian: Designer-Driven Spas
Photo courtesy of Jérôme Galland pour Christian Dior Parfums
Running out of the métro, I turn along the Avenue Montaigne and start scanning the buildings lining either side of the street. Despite its location just off of the Champs-Elysées in Paris’ eighth arrondissement, this is not a street I know well. Perfectly manicured trees flank either side of the avenue that’s made a name for itself as one of the city’s most luxurious, home to labels like Louis Vuitton and Chanel. In 1946, French designer Christian Dior looked to this street for his headquarters, presenting his first collection along the infamous staircase at 30, Avenue Montaigne, a spot that still inspires the house’s designers today.
Photo courtesy of Jerome Galland pour Christian Dior Parfums
I’m looking for Dior, but not this one. Next door, I spot the bellhops standing outside the gilded doors of the Hôtel Plaza Athénée, one of Paris’ five-star palaces, where Christian Dior was counted as a regular. As I’m ushered inside the marble-lined lobby with its oversized chandeliers and sky-high columns, I make my way to the concierge. “I have a rendez-vous at the spa,” I say. “Ah, oui,” the tall, waif-like woman responds, as if I was Ali Baba and uttered the right password to grant entry to the thieves’ cave of treasure.
Photo courtesy of Jerome Galland pour Christian Dior Parfums
As she leads me to the end of the hall, a sign points down toward the Dior Institut, the only one in Europe, which just so happens to be accessed by a spiral staircase not unlike the one sitting in the designer’s headquarters next door. Screens stream the latest runway shows along the walls and a round, mosaic-lined pool divides the reception from the relaxation room. I’m whisked to the changing rooms, switch out my all-black ensemble for a soft white robe, and take a seat in one of the cream-colored leather chaise lounges in the salon. While sipping tea, the attendant walks over with a tray of perfume vials. “Are you interested in a scent that’s more sensual or floral?” she asks, passing each of the signature Dior fragrances under my nose for a whiff. My nose leads me to the more sensual J’adore. Throughout the hour-long Dior Prestige Grand Facial Treatment, a made-to-measure facial that’s done with just as much precision as Dior’s couturiers crafting gowns, that decision right there was the most challenging I had to make.
Photo courtesy of Spa Metropole by Givenchy