Simplicity, carried to an extreme, becomes elegance.
In the discriminating world of interior design, France and Italy have forever commanded respect, setting standards of excellence with their fine furniture, regal array of textiles, and papiers peints, or painted wallpapers. Also enrapturing an international roster of admirers for some years now are the treasured tapestries, distinctive porcelains, stunning crystal, and delicate embroidered linens about which the people of these nations rightly boast.
As it happens, even proud Americans readily concede that the French and Italians have an edge when it comes to creating artful, elegant interiors with the aura of romance and glamour. For centuries, Italy was the undisputed arbiter of taste and style—deeply rooted in the region’s vulnerable history of invasions by the Austrians, French, and Spanish, who each left an imprint of their customs and ways of living after claiming this picturesque land as their own.
Milan and Florence, for example, fell under the rule of France, while Sicily and Naples were ruled by Spain; Venice was controlled by Austria until the nineteenth century. From a network of duchies, principalities, and independent city-states, the Republic of Italy was created on March 17, 1861, with Turin as the capital. For political reasons, the center of government was moved to Florence in 1866, and finally Rome was declared the capital in 1871, a year after being conquered.
Distinct regional styles had emerged during the Middle Ages (1000–1450) after the Romans destroyed much of Italy’s earlier Etruscan culture, whose exquisite gold and bronze metalwork was influenced by the Greeks. The Romans, too, borrowed elements from the Greeks; however, it was their own effective technological advances and skillful engineering that made it possible to span spaces with arched corridors, vaulted ceilings, and rounded domes. Since then, their influence in Europe and the West has remained indisputable.
John Notman, who emigrated from Scotland in 1831, is universally credited with introducing the Italianate villa to the United States. In 1839, he designed Riverside, a private residence in Burlington, New Jersey, that might have been transported from Tuscany. To the dismay of historic preservationists, it was razed in 1961. Nearby, however, the much-photographed Prospect mansion, built in 1851 at the center of Princeton’s campus, stands in testament to the architect’s love for Italy.
Indifferent to changing times, villas, palazzi, châteaux, and hôtels particuliers on sprawling European estates resound with the refined elegance of centuries-old furniture, expertly woven fabrics, and Aubusson carpets unfurled under aristocratic feet. Of course, not everyone lives in such imposing architectural grandeur meticulously dressed. Barely 25 percent of Parisians live in houses, while in tidy smaller French hamlets, 75 percent of the people dwell in single-family homes within a stone’s throw of each other.
Similarly, in scattered Italian cities, families often inhabit palazzi bearing their nation’s storied past that have been converted into intimate, airy apartments with lofty doors opening wide onto balconies fringed with flowers. Frankly, owning palatial havens with chilly halls, flaking plaster, hefty maintenance fees, and long-ignored grounds simply does not appeal to the sensibilities of many French and Italian aristocrats, or even to those the French call the jeunesse dorée —the young and moneyed—a more relaxed privileged generation. They see the size of a house as less important than its furnishings and the way those pieces mirror the life within. For them, there is no signature look any more than there is one distinctive way to live. There is, however, a classic approach to space planning—guided by intelligence, awareness, and panache. It is a given that furnishings should be the best one can afford, testifying to one’s impeccable taste while discreetly offering a window into one’s soul.
Tellingly, then, spaces are chicly rendered works of art, exuding a passion for beauty, an intuitive sense of scale, harmony of color, and reflection of one’s inner self. Marrying old-world craftsmanship with an audacious mix of treasures handed down from caring ancestors, settings look as if they’ve been furnished at an unhurried pace by several generations of family who had explicit ideas on style.
Massive portraits, sculpture, cherished books, and other enviable links to bygone eras holding court hundreds of years later offer the reassuring feeling of the familiar, and somehow make grand, pleasingly proportioned rooms appear even grander. It is not enough, however, for quarters to brim with prized objects displayed like museum artifacts. Ultimately, convention dictates that possessions must reveal interesting aspects of versatile lives as well as represent the culture of those exhibiting them.
As a result, humble antiques mingle graciously with more important pieces, relaxing formality and balancing the splendor of rooms. Masterfully cut and flawlessly tailored window treatments brush the floor with soft braid or fringe trimming drizzled from pencil-thin piped edging. A stream of perfectly matched stripes, florals, and storied toiles affectionately hug upholstery, though in less dressy spaces seamstress tucks often nestle amid shapely slipcovers as unassuming seagrass offhandedly blankets well-traveled floors.
Everywhere you look there are blooms of cascading flowers suiting the spirit of striking, interestingly textured rooms. With neither the French nor the Italians inclined to compromise their standards, Porthault and Frette linens—fashioned of Egyptian cotton in France and Italy, respectively—are spritzed with scented water, making beds romantically inviting. En suite, enough thick, fluffy towels to comfortably stock Paris’s legendary Hôtel Ritz or the princely sixteenth-century Villa d’Este, which sits on the banks of Italy’s Lake Como outside Milan, soak up centuries of history.
Traditional Italian kitchens appear tidy, orderly, and clutter-free. With a place for everything and everything in its place when not in use, spring-latched cupboard doors mask precisely stacked molds, various-sized mixing bowls, colanders, and metal cauldrons. Fruits and vegetables not requiring refrigeration sit in small metal boxes on balconies until called upon to express regional preferences.
Meanwhile, practicality holds sway in French kitchens, where baskets for storing crusty breads and scores of copper pots in graduating sizes crowd ceilings, proudly hanging out within easy reach on pot racks, or crémaillères, which are almost as integral in the French kitchen as cross-timbers and weathered walls.
Most kitchens in France do not have upper cabinets. Rather, open shelving allows ready access to la batterie de cuisine —pitchers, platters, goblets, tureens, and any other items needed. Countertops burst with dozens of utensils for every imaginable purpose, while colorful faïence (pottery with luminous glazes), heavy Continental-size flatware, and bowls of apples garnish tables set on terra-cotta tile betraying its age.
In contrast, when the Mediterranean sun sinks into the horizon, dining rooms sparkle like diamonds—impeccably set—as glistening silver, breathtaking crystal, and a regal mix of delicate china showcase culinary talents.
For serious cooks, cuisine is more than a means to satisfy the pangs of hunger; it is rather a theatrical production, inventively propped, perfectly staged, and, most importantly, designed to elicit applause. Accordingly, candlelight swirls over flavors and aromas needing little introduction, highlighting dramatically the link between how food looks and the architectural manner in which it is presented.
In France, the expression epater le bourgeois means “to astonish them”—and the French have more than risen to the challenge of bracing occasions with this attitude. Whether a casual breakfast, a picnic lunch, an afternoon tea or a leisurely dinner à deux, nothing escapes attention. Service plates are noticeably liberal in size, goblets gleam, and linens appear crisp, having been painstakingly pressed. Masses of the same cut flower, assembled with a French touch—tightly packed and equal in height—look obligingly unarranged.
Indeed, the French fervor for fine food is expected to start early. In France’s école maternelle, three-year-olds bake pies. For one week each year, the French also use their gastronomic know-how to teach their children how to appreciate fine food and wine.
Leaving little to chance, some three thousand chefs sweep through classrooms throughout the country, talking about taste, flavor, and discussing the anatomy of the tongue before taking students on a cook’s tour of outdoor markets where they learn to carefully choose the pick of the crop.
With a lot to learn about what to do, and what not to do, no child’s education is considered complete without help in demystifying fine dining. Predictably, then, chefs stir up regional dishes masterminded by fancy restaurants that have garnered Michelin stars, the hospitality industry’s most coveted honor. By revealing secrets of their country’s culinary excellence, the art of French living is passed from one generation to another.