The lucky guests of Architect’s Villa wake up their senses in an architectural wonder immersed in nature. They enjoy breakfast (a selection of French biological vegan delicious food for every taste and mood) on the long wooden table in the patio. They walk down five steps and place their towel next to the swimming-pool, wait for the sun to warm the water and relax in the mild wind that smells at maquis while birds sing in the surrounding trees. In the afternoon they go on a trip to Murato, Oletta, Saint-Florence or a secluded beach. The time of a stroll in the port, a prayer in a magical church or a glass of wine…
by Claire and Lissa Christie
Silver Island is a dream island: green, wild and sun-drenched. It cannot be found on Google map, yet it can be reached from mainland Greece following Claire and Lissa’s instructions. These two sisters have inherited this natural gem from their father and open its doors to small groups of up to ten guests that will spend their stay practicing yoga, exploring hidden coves, walking among ancient olive groves and wild flowers accompanied by the rhythmic sound of cicadas. The Main House has all the magic and simplicity of a traditional Greek building, with details painted in typical Mediterranean colours: white, blue and coral red.
by João Rodrigues & Andreia Revez
Do you remember the pen pals we used to have immediate bonds with? The relationship with João and Andreia started in the same way, we were drawn to them because of their poetic properties built with intelligence, craftsmanship, respect of the surroundings and love for nature. We have many mail exchanges and sometimes they are delicate distant symphonies, just like with João and Andreia…
by Patricia Sousa and Emanuel de Sousa
Patricia (1975) and Emanuel (1980) are two multifaceted creative brothers who opened ROSA ET AL Townhouse by Bed and Brunch Collection, in Porto, Portugal, in 2012.
by Gianluca Biscalchin
His illustrations take us on an imaginary treasure hunt at the discovery of the hottest restaurants in town. After years writing for music and travel magazines Gianluca switched to gastronomy…
Oaxen Slip is the kind of place you would like to stop at after a morning spent wandering around and discovering a new city. Bubbly atmosphere, eccentric details (two wooden boats hanging from the ceiling looking at the room from the top), generous portions, authentic food (especially the fish marinated in Scandinavian herbs), glorious views over the sea, in a quiet corner of Djurgårdens. At the end of the meal you will probably feel like booking a table at the sister restaurant Oaxen Krog.
You have been waiting for us. It’s 8pm and the sun is still high in the sky. A small world of burgundy and white wooden houses born 374 years ago on a land of forests and lakes called Sweden. Grythyttan Inn, we’re finally here. We wander through your rooms and gardens in amazement. Tonight, in your courtyard, a young couple will seal their promise. Each room has a story of its own and a name hanging at the light blue door. Ours is called Easter…
Stockholm, Östermalm, 8pm, 6 June 2014. An intimate room with tables dressed in white linen, copper furniture with emerald blue glass and an open plan kitchen. Past the bar you can see two bouquets of wild flowers. Young guys and girls wearing chocolate brown aprons disappear behind the glass, looking for a plate in a cloud of vapour, then they take flowers from the bouquets, cut brown bread and slice a piece of toma cheese with herbs, put it on a plate and hide it under a lid. Their movements are a display of fine elegance. They come to the table and lovingly explain every dish on the menu. We tuck our teeth into crunchy crisps that transport us to paths covered in leaves in autumn. At the end of this culinary journey we are not in Stockholm anymore and it’s not 11pm on 6 June 2014. We are elsewhere, in a different time that, outside these walls, has not arrived yet.
by Jacob Holmström
It is a late spring afternoon in Stockholm. We meet Jacob at Gastrologik, while the final preparations for dinner are carried out. The atmosphere is as refined and simple as the food that soon will be served to guests. Jacob is the chef of one of the most praised restaurants in town, together with Mr Anton Bjuhr. His eyes are the same colour of this clear sky, and the love for his job transpires from each smile.
Hotel J is not for pragmatic people. You will love it if you are the kind of person who enjoys getting to the city centre on a relaxing cruise on the canal, having a pier 100 metres from your bed, if you miss the East Coast and want to have Swedish breakfast every morning. Hotel J is for those who love period buildings, creaking floors, family portraits, old wooden tables, and for those who love being seduced by the soul of a unique hotel and falling asleep close to nature. Hotel J is for those who share a profound love for the Nordic region and want to discover its most intimate secrets.
We’re always fascinated by stories, which is why we love Miss Clara. It’s a place drenched in stories. Set within one of Stockholm’s most exquisite Art Nouveau building, once an old girls’ school, today Miss Clara (Nobis Hotel) is perfect in many ways. For the contemporary decoration, the refined lighting, the selection of magazines on the bedside table, the beautiful plaids and the selection of bread, yogurt, cereals, jams and tea at breakfast. And most of all for the powerful atmosphere that you can only find within the walls of a period building, drenched in stories.
A fruit garden with centennial apple trees, a wine garden, a rose garden with rare and old-fashion roses and a vast green expanse. The Plant Shop and the Café are found in the greenhouses. Here, you can taste delicious food prepared only with organic products and traditional Swedish bread and pastries, made fresh in the next-door Bakery. There’s also a boutique where to buy delicatessen and handicraft and tables under the veranda. Rosendals Trädgård is a small delicate reign celebrating the botanical art (they also organize courses and workshops) and the joie de vivre, set on a magical Nordic island: Djurgårdens. Come visit this garden of wonders on a Sunday morning in spring and live an unforgettable dream, just like we did.
by Candida Romero
Candida is a french-american artist living in Paris. Autodidact, she spent her childhood in la Ruche (an art community famous for its well-known artists – Brancusi, Chagall, Léger…) and more particularly, in the studio of Soutine, which was also Paul Rebeyrolle’s studio. She still keeps a studio there – once used by Marc Chagall. Daugher of the painter Simone Dat and the Puerto Rican artist Johnny Romero, she turned to art early, studying at Enfants du Spectacle in Paris (Children of the Stage), and traveled extensively while young to Europe, Japan, and the United States. Later, she lived in Munich to study opera, then Salzbourg, and finally, Berlin in 1992. In 1993, she returned to her studio in la Ruche and Convent SanFrancescu, in Corsica, a enchanted relais and extremely wondrous, where she has received us, on a spring magic night. She dedicated herself entirely to painting.
We are standing opposite a medieval church framed by two giant eucalyptuses. A warm south-west wind lightly moves the trees and our skirts. What’s this scent? I think it’s mint. For me, it’s some kind of fruit. We ring at the door next to the black metal gate. No answer. We wait; take a picture of the church and of the two giants. Stand in front of the door, smile. You look great. We have a peek at the back and discover a garden between stone walls. It’s just the two of us, birds and the two eucalyptuses at sunset waiting, like in a suspended scene of a film. We try ringing once more. My grand-mother used to say that “good things come to those who wait”…
Marie-Pierre and Michel love the same films that we love, they like going to the Bastia Film Festival, host dinners in their family home and cook authentic French recipes for their guests, and sometimes try new ones. They love the sound of Italian and we love the sensuality of French. After the first smiles, we start talking about our languages to everyone’s delight. It’s the first sign that we will have a good time together. We’re in Conchiglio, a village that has been wrongly omitted from many maps…