The air has become warmer and this shy sun drive us to dinner time with difficulty. I hear many little bird singing outside my window and I'm pratically convinced that they make fun of me. Phase 3 has begun but we're all still here, a bit scared, watching the last Spring's sunset trought the window, and no, I won't make bad jokes about how amazing this Spring was, but damn I have to silence the small-talk person in me.
I take some time for me to spend lying on the terrace with a book in one hand and the SPF20 in the other hand, trying to tan a little this pale face I have, but since I don't want to lie to anyone I have to admit that this bucolic moment à la Paolina Bonaparte is interrupted by continuous and really long break that I spend on Instagram, losing too many times the novel's soul because of my new monthly mini obsession: home design.
Altought the need to furnish my house isn't arrived and my studies go in the opposite direction, nothing has stopped me from compulsively saving evrry single design piece that I found on Instagram, like in the next future I'll be brave enough to buy Shiva by Sottsass and put it in my bedroom careless of my parents' bad glimpses.
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However this new and totally injustified monthly obsession is giving me a hard time: because first it made me discover about the monstrous design's prices that, after all, Ikea no longer seems so vapid to me; and second because this thing twisted my brain so much that this is the first but not the last article entitled: Acrimònia Home Tour: an unsolicited opinion with no design studies bases, that even the last design freshman could pushed me around.
My Instagram feed is full of photos of beautiful apartments, and tbh the slogan “Stay home” has increased the number of living rooms, kitchens and sofas photos of my fave influencers. These little research that I made ended up making me notice how these houses are pretty much identical if you live in the same country, if you want to play a specific character.
To bring support to this “thing” I did (which would be a thief calling it thesis) I chose wonderful apartments of well-known Instagram women. Real dream houses that however recall the same concept. Let's start with a bang with the most unmistakable between all styles, the one from the city of love, the one from Paris.
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The French style is the most iconic and recognizable of all, it's romantic and nostalgic of a past era, it's sweet and tender, it refuses high contrast colors and everything that's too modern. It has this palette composed by beiges, browns and cream, warm woods and dull colors. It becomes less flat with some eclectic vintage piece and with lovely bouquets of flowers, better if wildflowers, better if dried flowers that give this tipical French allure. Yes, the first big common denominator in every French apartment is a bouquet of dried flowers.
These bouquets are strategically placed in everywhere: in strange-shape vases, in poetic nineteentcentury jugs and in soft body without head vase (maybe a homage to their beloved Marie Antoinette? Who knows).
Jeanne Damas is perhaps the most appropriate prototype of the French Girl, always with a straw basket in one hand and the wild bangs, a living but adorable cliché who lives in a tiny house full of flowers, candles with leaking wax, old books stacked on the walled fireplace and paintings on the ground. Everything seems to be there by pure chance but instead, after the tenth identical home you found, you understand that spontaneity has left the scene long time ago.
Also Anne-Laure Mais aka Adenorah, another top Parisian influencer, freshly married with a new home, is a super fan of the French aesthetics. Dried flowers? Check. Too many candles? Check. Walled fireplace? Check. Beige, cream and brown palette? Check. Fluffy cat? Check.
However, our Adenorah prefers paintings on the wall.
Another must have object? Vienna straw. You can't call it “home”if you don't put in it at least 4 Vienna straw chairs in the living room. Or do you want to commit a sacrilege, don't you? Here the combo with the lampshade shouts “vive la France” as loud as you can imagine.
To complete the most powerful French trio we have to introduce you Sabrina Socol, Romanianborn but French in the heart. Her apartment is so tremendously beautiful I could die: big but not empty, basic but not boring. That touch of light green on the wall makes it different from the other girls, but, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Et voilà:
Soft colors and sinuous velvet, warmed by a variety of woods and enlivened by a flower bouquets on the – oh how strange – fireplace.
But the even more essential must have is and will always be the herringbone parquet. I don't think that could be an alternative flooring unless you want to risk the revocation of the French citizenship.
Honorable mention for Camille Charriere and Violette_fr's apartments, who do not betray the “frenchness” (that's not even a word!!! - Monica Geller would scream). They have two wonderful houses so they are the winners of this first episode of:
Tip at home: open a bottle of wine, drink a glass of it, light a cigarette and take off your clothes. If you can't go to France, France will come to you.
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