Happy New Year to you all! For those of you who follow this blog on Facebook and me on Instagram, you will know that I have spent most of December travelling around India visiting family and soaking up the culture. We visit my grandmother who lives in Calcutta every two years (she visits us in-between) and then we spend some days in Bombay – a vibrant, metropolitan city by the sea (we also got married in Bombay four years ago).
I’m lucky that my work as a trends forecaster also gives me access to a lot of things most other people wouldn’t perhaps have a reason to see – like in Bombay my family and I visited the Ministry of New – a new magazine worthy co-working space in Bombay’s historic Fort area and I get to snoop around getting the down-low in gorgeous new lifestyle stores like Nicobar (a new arm of Good Earth). I’ll be doing a series of posts on all of these and more in the next weeks but now to the iconic Fairlawn Hotel in Calcutta which looks sprung straight out of a Wes Anderson film…
I first heard of the Fairlawn Hotel in a BBC Documentary a few years ago called Indian Shakespeare Quest featuring Felicity Kendall. Kendall spent the first part of her childhood in India when her parents were part of a travelling theatre. The Fairlawn hotel appeared as a backdrop to her fond memories and as something of an institution for expats.
Housed in an 18th century boarding house, the hotel was opened in 1936 by the Sarkies, an Armenian couple that acquired several properties in Calcutta- home to a very old Armenian population. The hotel was passed on to Sarkies daughter Violet Smith, who gave the hotel it’s chintzy, anglophile decor in the 1970s, though most of the furnishings predate her reign. Violet clung to British colonial tradition – at Fairlawn you dressed for dinner and took gin and tonics on the veranda as the sun set. Violet held court at the hotel every night regaling guests with tales of Calcutta and the Fairlawn’s famous visitors ranging from Tom Stoppard to Michael Palin, Julie Christie, Sting and Shashi Kapoor who spent his honeymoon night at the Fairlawn with his new bride Jennifer Kendall.
Violet passed away in 2014 in her first floor quarters at the age of 93 but the space is still being run very much in her spirit. You can read more about the formidable lady here.
We arrived at the hotel after an hour of winding down busy Calcutta byways – my grandmother had fore-warned ‘that area is full of hippies!’ which of course made me want to visit all the more. We could not have missed the hotel of course – the gates were surrounded by a marvellous archway with pebbled walls hand painted in bright green and yellow dots. As we walked into the driveway a homely colonial building greeted us also painted green and lined with lush pot-plants that so thrive in Calcutta’s climate.
To my delight a sort of Gerald Durrell tone was struck upon entering the driveway as a large and cheery British family of grandparents, daughters, sons, wives and grandchildren were at the time piling happily into an old Ambassador with their luggage.
The reception area was wonderfully surreal – everything (and I mean everything) painted in a glorious mint green and full of vintage details. A numbered box with room keys hung on the wall with an oversized almost comical hotel ledger on the desk, plaques, signs with great fonts, fuse boxes and electrics (all painted over in green) added to the space’s idiosyncrasies. The waiting area was also green with cane chairs thickly painted in the hue, accessorised with palm print upholstery and curtains. The breakfast room beyond was also mint green… Stairs leading upstairs were studded with potted plants on each step and walls covered with pictures of the hotels famous guests.
The upstairs was dotted with more seating areas and antiques. A large common room was arranged with dark chairs and coffee tables which all the bedrooms opened out from – I imagined tinkling music playing here and guests of past and present getting together here on warm Calcutta nights over drinks. The colonial verandah’s that lined the building looked out onto busy Sudder Street (that street full of hippies) but felt somehow shielded from the bustle of the city.
This place just thrummed with history and the ghosts of happy times – a total Calcutta gem – just look at those Christmas decorations…
13A, Sudder Street,
Calcutta 700 016, India.
Author: Rohini Wahi
Rohini is a London based freelance journalist and trend forecaster for the design industries. She has worked for Elle Decoration, Living Etc, Houzz and Design Sponge amongst others.
She loves a period drama and keeps a tidy home. Launched in 2007 The Beat That My Heart Skipped focuses on home inspirations, design trends, lifestyle and food – coupled with an insight into Rohini’s work and home life – from key picks at trade shows to styled weekend soirees. To contact Rohini for queries, work for hire or just to say hi drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org