The villas blur the distinction between inside and outside. old notions of boundary and enclosure, so common to the semi chic box architecture of nowadays misinterpreted minimalism, are being thrown overboard. walls become fabrics become bamboo become driftwood become air, dematerialize, while the soft becomes the shelter. everything floats and sways in the wind like the sarongs. the resort is ideas and imaginations associations and memories,‑ somewhere between a take right to the heart and a fata morgana in a tropical sunset.