A FERTILE DISCOVERY FOR THE SWISH BOHEMIAN | The Farm, Jaipur
At The Farm in Jaipur, hedonism and creativity combine to create a sanctuary of pleasure. I dive right in.
The swami smoking marijuana seems perfectly still. As he should be, given that he’s a sculpture and all. In early morning’s dappled light, he appears perfectly at peace with himself, with the higher consciousness of intoxication, and with his surroundings. I can see where he’s coming from. Here at The Farm, a fresh interpretation of luxury, beautiful strands of creation, and the unexpected joys of epiphany have all colluded to create something undeniably magical.
I’m on the outskirts of Jaipur, roughly half an hour from the heart of the city, and this homestay has become an instant home. The pure air might have something to do with it, as might the feeling that I’m being immersed within an experience that’s not everyday. In this most fabled of cities blessed with an abundance of extravagant palace hotels, stately havelis converted into addresses where myths of the past hover like ghosts, and boutique darlings packed with plenty of flair, The Farm has still managed to create and hold on to a space of its own.
I’ve arrived to a city flirting with that last kiss of a tumultuous monsoon. As a result, The Farm’s nearly 16 acres of space are alive with green abundance. As I settle in for breakfast by the pool, I begin to take stock of my surroundings: in the heart of all the lushness stands this large elevated structure that forms the fulcrum of the resort – a dining/lounge space, an open kitchen, a serving gazebo, a swimming pool, a raised party/performance rectangle, and three of the property’s five standalone bungalow rooms. Below and beyond me on the ground lie the suites, a gallery space brimming with art projects and books, and many surprising sculptural adventures.
First part of a 2-part series; this 'Discovery Story' first appeared, in longer form, in Travel + Leisure (April, 2016).