ALSO Unusual Historique Museum Industrial - If I want to feel at home, I have to understand home, understand its path over time, understand why every single aspect of it has come to us that way in that state. All this has more to do with History than with modes. Thus it is necessary to remove. It is necessary to emphasize the materials and reveal their nature with honesty without aesthetic targets. These will automatically appear without forcing if the original existing will be used for daily needs. Folding your maker ego. Using your skills to coincide the data, what you have found after taking away, with what you want to give.
A house can tell its own past. It can be a testimony to his experience not for aesthetic reasons but for strictly political reasons. Reuse the screws of the 1930s is a political act. Knowing to wait for how to find the original bakelite switchers of 1940 is a political act. It is an affront to the logic of the Capital. It is, to exhibit the plaster of 1920, it is to retrieve the original standard parquet of the 1911s and let the colored stains here and there make a race with the crunches. It is using materials (rough iron, pure marble) with heavy thicknesses, not chemically treated but require continuous but non-toxic treatments.
The timing of the project is up-side-down. Some aspects, guidelines, are established a priori but their confirmation and execution details are always questioned as soon as a character element is found. Below the double veneers, under the countless wallpaper that mark the passage of the modes. Under the lofted floors to make storages due to the thefts in the cellars of the 1980s. And then the same wooden beams of the lofted floors become the most massive double beds ever, so heavy that it is unnecessary any type of assembly (screws, nails, glue, joints).
The history of a home obviously passes through its inhabitants, as well as through History. And then the structural failure of the façade during an allied bombardment that rammed the building in front of it, has paradoxically expanded the vision for a balcony still to be realized. It is imperative that this scar remains highly visible in the living room. The crack divides white pre-bomb bricks from red bricks reused of the collapsed front building.
The word HOME can be read in Italian as HO ME, that means, I have me, I have the control of myself.
