You find yourself in the honeyed hours after a leisurely lunch; pale parasols line an immaculate pool, their mirrored reflections dancing across water. The Maitan is at home here. Italian woven linen. The open Capri collar frames the neck like a painter’s flourish, revealing just enough sun-kissed skin to suggest idle afternoons and impeccable taste. In that shimmering pause between day and dusk, style and pleasure go hand in hand.