Aesop Bluewater

Signature store

Öffnungszeiten

  • Montag
    10:00am - 9:00pm
  • Dienstag
    10:00am - 9:00pm
  • Mittwoch
    10:00am - 9:00pm
  • Donnerstag
    10:00am - 9:00pm
  • Freitag
    10:00am - 9:00pm
  • Samstag
    9:00am - 9:00pm
  • Sonntag
    Geschlossen
Geänderte Öffnungszeiten

This store operates a Rinse and Return programme.

Aesop Bluewater store interior.

The foundations of Bluewater Shopping Centre rest on the ruins of a defunct chalk quarry in Kent. Despite the inhospitable nature of the excavated geology, construction was completed in 1999. Sculpted by heavy machinery, the artificial landscape that exists today bears the memory of that negative space—a place defined by human intervention. With its lake and paddle boats, three malls, massive cinema and multitude of cafés and restaurants, the centre is a labyrinth of leisure, where time passes in a kind of blur, with no clear limits. Designed by our in-house team, Aesop Bluewater is an architectural abstraction of the tension between these two contrasting and yet similarly anthropogenic topographies.

The space embodies the idea of a promenade, of a day spent weaving through endless shops, stopping intermittently for rest, sustenance, and play. It recalls a collective imaginary of mall-based entertainment, symbolised by the somewhat outmoded pastime of ten-pin bowling, which some of our architects remember fondly from their 1990s childhoods. Just as the mall’s spatial organisation conditions how customers behave, and a bowling alley sets strict lanes for balls to roll down, the sequence of one's journey through the store is highly determined.

Aesop Bluewater store facade.
Aesop Bluewater store interior product display shelving.

The compressed entrance chamber to the right of the façade opens into a room of majestic scale. Timber beams stretch the entire length of the saw-tooth ceiling, hiding the technical services—this becomes another layer of constructed terrain. A carpeted side alley is defined by its radically reduced ceiling height and intimate atmosphere. Here, washing one’s hands is seen as much as a recreational pursuit as a hygienic necessity. The progression of dramatically distinct proportions distorts the perceived passage of minutes, hours, days, and years—holding the site’s industrial past and its pleasurable present in equilibrium. Yet a clock on the back wall reminds visitors that it might be time to stop perusing the rows of amber bottles and jars, and go home: despite the best efforts of mall planners, at some point the arrow of time must resume its relentless flight.