The bedroom in my own way
The room that I like most is definitely the bedroom.
I can not stand the “catalog bedrooms”, with the right painting on the right wall, as if they were sets of a photo shoot. In recent years has strongly emerged the idea of the perfect bedroom, overlapped on the real life and culture of those who live there. Rooms often beautiful, but artificial.
I do not like the bedrooms too designed, too planned. They always end up becoming a cross between a show room and a museum. It scares me “turnkey” bedrooms.
I like working with feelings and emotions. As a matter of fact, I also did it inside my house in Milan (which was once the home of tourists), in which the guests and myself were not dominated by the furnishings.
I like the unfinished parts, I like the simple beauty in the apparent imperfections. An old shabby bed has a frankness and a reassuring elegance, even if scratched or with chipped paint. It has a sense of reality and truth that no new bed will ever have.
In my house I put an unorthodox bed, made with scaffold tubes and crafted raw fabrics and an old grain bag at the headboard to dampen the “industrial” effect (you caught the sense of success by the astonished glances of the guests and by the amused comments on the guest book). The linen transforms the bed into a comfortable nest for beauty sleep.
My bedroom is simple, basic. It has not hard fabrics and materials. It muffles the sounds and softens the light. Space is not obstructed by useless objects. That does not mean an austere environment, cold, minimalist or forbidden to cats and crumbs. On the contrary, a solution to live comfortable and relaxed.
A slightly peeling French wardrobe, in which the old colors peek out under other hands of paintin, shows off the signs of time with ease, proving that it has been much loved and communicates a pleasant sensation of serenity and freshness.
Two bent stools of curved ash and a porcelain lamp hanging from a long nail on the wall softly pulverizes the light.
Behind the bed, the bare wall texture proudly left exposed, rather than covered with layers of paint and plaster. This wall (tactile and unadorned) is the centerpiece of the room, in contrast with the delicate neutral colors of the walls.
I’m not chromophobic, but I hate the color palettes, the rules of the chromatic circle of interior designers. I like the chalky whites. The soft grays. The comfortable beige. The soft dusty colors give a feeling of warmth and well-being, like the little stuffed bunny I held when I was a child or a cup of chocolate that I held in my hands to keep warm in winter.
To create a relaxing environment, I insert colors using the objects: a softly colored cushion, a rustic jug full of flowers are a discrete way to introduce color spots.
When I sleep I do not want to have anything behind my back and above all I do not want to have paintings. I need to have emptiness around me. The windows are moments of contemplation, possibly the interior windows that open up my thoughts.
In the hosting culture, furnishing the bedroom is part of life, it’s one of the realizations that at some point you want. It is the most private and intimate space that is granted to you. It’s not just a rest, but a safe haven where you can take shelter at the end of the day. An upgrade of the person you have become, of everything that has happened to you, good and bad, a point of arrival. Strong, but temporary, as is life.
