Well, I was looking forward to the 2012 Olympics in London for one reason: Nikki Beach was planning on opening up a pop-up bar and restaurant in the British capital.
But unfortunately, the Miami-based hotel, restaurant and bar conglomerate won’t be partying it’s way from Saint Tropez, Marbella and Majorca North to bring it’s unmistakably-glam brand of cool to the Olympian table in the UK.
Instead, there’s a faux Nikki Beach not run by the official organisers but with a rip-off of their menus and the general layout that they had been planning- which is spookily similar but a poor imitation of the original.
Bah. ‘Not going to go myself.
Nikki Beach Saint Tropez is one of my favourite French Riviera haunts because not only is it fun, you can not beat it for people-watching.
Today, these guys above showed up on horses after riding them across Pampelonne beach and bought an incredible $140,000 of champagne to spray at each other during the A-lists’ favourite South of France hang out’s daily 5pm champagne fight.
That’s a whopping three hundred bottles.
It has to be seen to be believed. Party-goers buy up crates of champagne and spray it all over each other then lick it off nubile bikini clad girls to the Star Wars theme tune.
Perfect for booze hounds like me, because I just skulk around the party, glass aloft catching the dregs.
The gang of folk above rocked up for the Sinners and Saints July 27th pool party with DJ Alex Karlsson spinning the decks.
London’s loss is the French Riviera’s gain.
i wish i was there drunk off my ass with the pretty people