When it comes to privately-owned five-star luxury hotels, there’s only one – and it’s thoroughly Italian, despite its name: Palazzo Parigi.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. The new Eden is too tucked away, the haunt of questionable bloggers. Palazzo Dama is pretentious. The worst seems to be the Gran Melia on Gianicolo
Three meals per day to be eaten in silence, sitting at one’s table – alone – on a patio with a view of the lake. No talking allowed, no reading or writing. Maximum concentration as you eat
Text Angelica Carrara. We have looked for the most peculiar floorings. As of late, while the new trend on Instagram is to take pictures of feet over majolica or intarsia floors, we have been after the five most beautiful floorings that actually exist. To mark the stages of an Italian-style summer.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. The patio of the castle overlooks a precipice, difference in height without vertigo. Start from here, from Chateau d’Artigny. The chronicles among the flowers – every rose, every mulberry tree and raspberries in the streams – from the murdered duke of Guise, to the arsenic for Charles IX.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. The walls are pink. Palazzo Avino is a hotel opened since 1997, located in Ravello, between Positano and Vietri. At the entrance a flower cart, on the piano the pink hyacinths, the Creed’s perfumes in the boutique. The bright ceramics are emerald green in the swimming pool before the Turkish bath.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. Perfumes are mixed in the days, before the seasons. The hills get rough, the tires climb and have fun in the Langhe. Castles, watchtowers – the Middle Ages remain fashionable. A monastery whose walls tell stories of monks since the first millennium, today it is the Relais San Maurizio.
Text Carlo Mazzoni.In January there is stillness. At sunset of frost and there is silence on the Grand Canal. It seems strange. Venice in winter, without the Carnival and Christmas. The Aman is a lit fireplace, a card game in the afternoon, a dinner in the calli – breakfast under the white light.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. A hotel along the Arno overlooks the Ponte Vecchio – the Portrait of Florence. It turns to the east, in the morning the sun enters from a wide open window on the third floor room. The silver grays – you cannot say either for twilight or for the reflection of the river’s water.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. Nostalgia is a form of energy that, in Forte dei Marmi – when the sky is clear in May and the sea looks like an ocean – becomes glorious. Giuseppe Colombo and Titti Maschietto are longtime friends: two young friends and two adults, capable of perceiving such glory from every bark veining.
Text Angelica Carrara. On Monte Seceda, in Val Gardena, there are secrets to discover: the botanicals. Among those of the Gin 8025, with zero sugar, there are stone and mountain pine cones. Down in the valley, in Ortisei, the last five-star Hotel MontChalet smells of stone pine. Where luxury lives in only sixteen suites.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. In Saint Moritz, behind the last hill on the water edge, the most beautiful hotel in the world appears in the midst of fir trees: Suvretta. It overlooks the Lake Silvaplana. It soars as stronghold before the Engadine villas. It resembles a Ludwig’ s court palace, but with no frenzy. All this fantasy exists and resists.
Text Angelica Carrara. Ermenegildo Zegna is close-knit to his territory. Casa Zegna and the wool mill collect the water from the Alps of Biella region, the wool from New Zealand up to Mongolia. The hotel Bucaneve is hidden a midst of these mountains. A path among conifers and rhododendrons, aces of Oasi Zegna.
Text Angelica Carrara. A fog river covers the Grand Hotel Kronenhof, the Grand Dame of the valley. The exterior is like a castle in a fairytale and the restaurant has the ambience of a theatre. The Kulm Hotel is in the same group. The suites, designed by Pierre-Yves Rochon, enjoy the best views of the lake St. Moritz.
Text Carlo Mazzoni. Everything shines in Lugano, clean and with no dust. The swans are social and friendly, taken up with hearted discourses with enchanted children – while we have found our docking, in front of each swan, in a new hotel settled on the steep descent in the first rise of the hill.
Text Angelica Carrara. It was tsarina Catherine the Great’s favourite headdress. According to tradition, it was worn by all the ladies invited at Tiara Ball, the party held by jeweller Axenoff held at Saint Petersburg Astoria’s winter garden on the occasion of the presentation of his latest collection: Anastasia.