Perhaps what I love the most about Camellas-Lloret is the feeling of discovery and escapism. Hidden away behind high garden walls, from the sun drenched narrow street you enter into a dark hall lit from the side by a wonderfully lush secret garden.
There is a beautiful interplay between the inside and the outside. The walled garden that acts as the centre. A lush green room furnished with sofas, benches and dining space. Doors are left open to the outside realm. Music fills the place providing a wonderful backdrop to both quiet moments and engaging conversations. Glasses of rose find themselves to you.
Of corners, there are many to relax. Inside vintage linen covered chairs are surrounded by piles of magazines and books luring you to sit down and read, outside spacious lounging sofas sit amongst the hydrangeas, a velvety green sofa surrounded by pots and plants beckons you into the greenhouse, a benched terrace creates the perfect corner for evening wine listening to the charming noise of village life.
Annie and Colin share their space with guests, creating a place to relax, slow down and ultimately feel at home within. With Annie’s background in interior design and Colin’s passion for place, they’ve filled their home with pieces they’ve sourced from the local area, accumulated items that add to the character of the place as a home. A loving mix of French tradition and the past and personal identity, what Annie and Colin enjoy to be surrounded. It speaks of the way they understand the world. I am, without a doubt, one of many visitors who wished they never had to leave.
Camellas-Lloret, 4 Rue de l’Angle, Montréal, Aude. France.
Mies van der Rohe Haus. Oberseestraße 60, 13053 Berlin.
– Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll.
I couldn’t help but think of Alice in Wonderland when I discovered this rose. A uniquely red splashed flower named Nostalgia that exudes a beautifully powerful scent. Locally grown outside of Berlin.
Brutalism is the bold postwar architectural movement synonymous with concrete which divides opinion, but is, in my opinion, happily and finally finding a new wave of appreciation in its stark style and functional forms. Brazenly raw, Brutalist architecture sought socialist uniformity and functionality in a postwar time, becoming the architecture of the establishment.
When I lived in London, I had a walk to work that took me past the Hayward Gallery every morning. It was remarkably ugly, with the look of a multi-storey car park, yet intriguingly beautiful. A subtle beauty in its bold angles, the shadows, and play of light. What I really loved, though, were the textures and rawness of materials – the different finishes, markings, and imprints from wood moulds. I suspect this is where my love affair with concrete began. After years of living in London and really exploring places like the Barbican and Southbank Centre, I discovered St Agnes in Berlin.
The windowless structure of raw angular blocks stands, dominant, in a quiet residential corner of Kreuzberg. A utilitarian facade that opens to a serenely soft main gallery, graceful and luminous, lit from above. A uniquely striking art space. This former Brutalist church, built in 1967 by Werner Düttmann, has been reinvented by the art dealer Johann König.
Anselm Reyle | Eight Miles High
König Galerie, St. Agnes, Alexandrinenstr. 118-121, 10968 Berlin.
Set amidst artist studios and Berlin creativity in the old gatekeepers house of a former BVG repair shop, Cafe Pförtner is a beautiful find in an increasingly interesting pocket of Wedding. Focused on the flavours of seasonal ingredients and an Italian inspired simplicity, this cafe serves up a few daily specials, such as beetroot risotto with ricotta and spinach or duck salsiccia with carrot couscous and mint yoghurt. Everything is lovingly cooked and presented.
The place is charmingly cobbled together, in true Berlin style, with it’s rooms joining into an old BVG bus from the 70’s to create a truly unique dining experience. In summer it’s sun filled courtyard is surrounded by the buzz of artist studios, works in progress, canvas’ leaning on walls, random objects waiting to be claimed all adding to atmosphere.
Originally serving the locals it’s now becoming a destination in it’s own right.
Cafe Pförtner, Uferstraße 8-11, 13357 Berlin.
by Stephen Smith
Hestercombe House & Gardens, Cheddon Fitzpaine, Taunton, Somerset, TA2 8LG.