A Glorious Staycation At Blacksquare Apartments Fitzrovia

A long week had almost come to the end, and the weekend frontier was almost within delicious reach, counting down the hours until we would leave behind the shackles of our everyday lives, and escape into the unknown. It would be a night in to remember; we would treat ourselves to snacks and goodies, sprawled out on plush midnight blue sofas, while watching guilty pleasures on the flat screen, that called out to us so enticingly. But this was no ordinary staycation, but a glorious break from reality, where the mounting bills of Christmases past dissipated into nothingness, and we were free to roam our luxury serviced apartments with ease, prowling like cats who had got the cream. Our stresses melted away at Blacksquare Apartments, located in the hub of London- Fitzrovia. Outside we could see the locals milling past, talking among themselves with excited chitter chatter, while we pretended we were at ‘home for the night’. We luxuriated in plush queen size beds, swathed with throws, dancing like loons in front of white framed mirrors, dancing queens for a night. We thought briefly about going out and exploring the local bar scene, living our staycation night with endless abandon but then we thought better of it, a ‘girls night in’ was the only way forward, where pizza and chocolates would slip down our waiting throats.

Rose wine was poured into wine glasses that were on standby, coating our mouths with liquid wonder, our girls night in had truly began. We shredded our formal wear and slipped into something comfy, slippers on bunion-ed feet, pizza in the oven. It was like we were given a new home for one night only, were best friends could live together in peaceful harmony. There was no cramped box rooms and a filthy kitchen shared with a dozen other people, nor was there the endless hassle of dealing with landlords, or circumspect housemates. Instead, at Blacksquare Apartments we had an oasis for a night, a chance to unwind and live out our interior design fantasies in someone else’s home. I thought to myself how romantic their apartments would be for those who were in couples, dating someone new. There would be a dozen red roses on the bed, with love heart confetti scattered in a heart around the flowers…would there be candles too? They would sweep you off your feet and into fantasy land, where the real world failed to exist and instead the couple would put on their rose tinted lens and see the world in colour, a unicorn romanticists fantasy.

And in this unicorn/mermaid’s fantasy ‘The Fitzroy’ was glorious; a luminous open-plan living space with arched windows, exposed brickwork and wooden floors, Blacksquare’s Apartments were no stranger to providing a calm, relaxing space to escape from the hustle and bustle of Central London’s heaving streets. The plants were a soothing presence in the open minimalism of The Fitzroy’s luxury serviced apartments, succulents and banana leaf fronds, plants big and small in the Blacksquare Kingdom. Even the portraits that adorned the walls paid homage to Blacksquare’s mascot the ‘humble plant’ a welcome aperitif after the maximalism of the tube journey that lay ahead, crammed with sweating bodies in the pursuit to reach their homes, fully intact.

But it was the bedrooms that stole our breaths away with one swift look, two double bedrooms that were made to be slept in. White clean sheets juxtaposed with monochromatic portraits that hung on the wall above us, with clean interior lines exemplified by the white walk in closets, that held secrets within its walls. As if this wasn’t exceptional enough, the bathrooms were just as entrancing, filled with cruelty free skincare and marble tops, an acoustic background for impromptu karaoke. The master ensuite bathroom was made to be explored; a jet bath tickled our legs with devilish fancy, as we watched the water trickle down our toes in a waterfall of liquid. It was the perfect apartment to host our girls night in, a location where dreams were made to be carried out, and hesitations were washed away under the powerful steam of the jets that circled the bath, in the master en-suite bathroom. But it would be an apartment that would be equally as fabulous for couples too, steam baths and relaxing massages, candles flickering in the distance. The scent of patchouli and jasmine would permeate the bathroom in a cloud of fragrance, wafting underneath our noses, like a perfume dispenser.

There would be families with their children, kids jumping on the beds with a sense of magical wonder, while the parents sank into blue sofas, perched up against printed pillows. They would argue about what to watch on telly, while the kids would bicker in the corner, but despite the discussions that paraded back and forth, a smile would be tossed between all of them, a staycation with the markings of life back home, with one subtle difference. The children would dream big and become superheros, the navy rug a ‘pretend sea’, while wading through the plants that lay in wait for them in the jungle. But the adults would also escape into their own version of a fantasy, where there would be no time limit on fun, where the only limitations, were the ones that they had in their minds. So like the kids, they would also dream big, into a time where they were children once more, grown ups no longer.

We revert back into the moment, wine on the table, glasses empty, the TV flickering in the distance. Our night was almost coming to an end, but we dreamed of breakfast still. Fresh poached eggs oozing out on ripe avocados, plump salad ripe with tomatoes, washed down with freshly squeezed orange juices. We rubbed our eyes blearily, after a late night up talking into the early hours of the morning, but despite our tiredness we are satisfied, placated by the wonderful memories that we had at Blacksquare Apartments, a night that was one to remember. We dreamed of coming back again, some time in the future, when our wallets would allow it. We would dress up in our finest garments and do photoshoots once more, bringing a picnic basket of treats that we would gulp ‘oh so hungrily’. There would be flowers from imaginary lovers, blue, red and pink, with treats to ourselves from the Christmas God’s themselves. And when that time would come, we would never want to leave, wrapped up in a world that was so far removed from our own.

 

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*Disclaimer

Please note we were given a complimentary stay at Blacksquare Apartments (The Fitzroy) but all thoughts are my own and are not affected by complimentary services.