• ABOUT US
  • SERVICES
  • PRODUCTS
    • LIGHTING
    • FURNITURE
    • COVERINGS
    • BATHROOMS
    • CARPETS
    • WALLPAPERS
    • ACCESSORIES
  • CONTACTS
en
  • bg
  • ru
  • fr
ILLUMINARTE INTERNI
  • HOME
  • ABOUT US
  • SERVICES
  • PRODUCTS
    • LIGHTING
    • FURNITURE
    • COVERINGS
    • BATHROOMS
    • CARPETS
    • WALLPAPERS
    • ACCESSORIES
  • CONTACTS
ILLUMINARTE INTERNI | FLOS - Flos at Villa la Saracena

ILLUMINARTE INTERNI | FLOS - Flos at Villa la Saracena

Somewhere between a ship waiting to set sail and a Flintstone-esque

service station, Saracena looks like a place to cultivate boredom,

surrounded by a whirling of sea and moon.

 

 

The air is crisp. Behind the hedge, one can hear the sound of raking leaves and the

waves crashing onto the sand. Saracena lies immersed in calm stillness, its forms looking like

a placid wheel of ricotta that has just emerged from its whey. The sun shines onto the

window, a winking reflection that is an invitation to come in. Within the bright corridor,

the tiles evoke the colour of scrambled eggs, it’s time to make a coffee. All around,

it smells like ten in the morning. Like a mirrored conveyor belt, the floor pushes you to

discover the other rooms. A fly taps on the window of the sea-facing hall;

it stops, it starts again.

 

 

In Vitro Unplugged, in anthracite and terracotta, by Philippe Starck.

 

Its buzzing sound brings to mind the neon signs on the promenade, where in 1957

Ingrid Bergman and Roberto Rossellini sipped acqua e menta while, at home, the sun-dried

sheets were preparing to host Gregory Peck, Marlon Brando and Federico Fellini.

Nearby, in 1962, a Lancia Aurelia shot past, ruffling bougainvilleas in the movie ‘Il Sorpasso’.

Meanwhile on the first floor terrace, the Villa’s owner, Luciana Pignatelli D’Aragona,

was resting under a large straw hat.

 

 

265 Chromatica, by Paolo Rizzatto.

 

 

Oplight, in satin black, by Jasper Morrison.

 

Something’s moving. It’s the light. It must have been an hour, maybe two. A dancing

ray of dust ploughs through an eye-shaped opening on the ceiling. Shadows cut the space

into cake slices. On the green and blue majolica tiles, in the sunken parlor, a girl with a peach

and strawberry striped dress is lying down, eating a popsicle. It’s hot, the breeze

passing by the round garden flicks through the pages of a magazine. The outside walls

suddenly turn canary yellow, and from the fluorescent lawn two white

butterflies fly against the light.

 

 

 

Below the terrace, the underground grotto offers refuge from the heat and it’s an ideal

spot for private conversations, singing practice, or sharing recipes. With a little sprint,

it’s possible to jump in the sea in less than twelve seconds – with or without a bathing

suit on. And if you hold your breath underwater, you can lose the sense of time. Once back

on the surface, it’s sundown. Looking back to the horizon, Saracena rises all pink, like a

tamed coral reef punctuated by agave and palm trees, under a Roman sunset that

tastes like summer and opportunities.

 

 

 

READ MORE

14.10.2021

1760-illuminarte-interni-new-logo-15857541042781.png
Политика за поверителност Политика за Бисквитки