Layout LC.indd - Professur Schett
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La Maison de Verre<br />
Pierre Chareau<br />
1925-1932<br />
31, rue Saint-Guillaume, Paris<br />
Pierre Chareau<br />
143<br />
The house is made of glass. Its translucent glass-block façade hides<br />
everything that happens inside. There are no plastered walls; the doors<br />
open without handles; the entire building is an amazing glass box set<br />
in an 18th-century paved courtyard, with above it an older structure,<br />
opposite an 18th-century building. From the street it is invisible. To reach<br />
it, I had to cross the courtyard. The doorbells for ‚Doctor‘, ‚Visitors‘, and<br />
‚Tradesmen‘ make different sounds.<br />
It was usually my grandfather‘s nursing assistant, Madame Carré, who<br />
answered the door; however Noémie, the faithful lady‘s maid, could, from<br />
her lookout post in the laundry room, let visitors come in and go up to the<br />
fi rst fl oor where my grandmother, Annie Dalsace, the lady of the house,<br />
stood at the top of the main staircase. Silent and elegant, she would watch<br />
you come upstairs. Her hair, drawn back from her forehead, swept down<br />
fl awlessly in a series of waves that covered her ears. Every morning, her<br />
immaculate coiffure was tamed by an invisible hairnet. When I reached<br />
her level I could feel her disapproval of my too-daring cl0thes or make-up.<br />
Her natural shyness led her to object violently to anything that she judged<br />
to be in poor taste. Nonetheless, it was to her that I owed my fi rst black<br />
dress with a white lace collar, which we chose together. It did not seem<br />
out of place to her that I should wear black, a colour then unthinkable for<br />
a girl of sixteen.<br />
My teenage self did not see this unusual house in the passionate way that<br />
I would later. The architecture was not what appealed to me. It was the<br />
lunches that I enjoyed, when I would often fi nd an imaginative little gift<br />
on my plate, the discovery of unusual fl avours, combinations of sweet and<br />
savoury, foreign dishes, exotic fruits.<br />
The dining room opens on all sides to the great room (we called it ‚Ie<br />
grand hall‘), the blue sitting room, and the corridor leading to the kitchen,<br />
and is separated from the main staircase by a row of small cupboards,<br />
above which can be seen, depending on where one is seated at the table,<br />
the wall of glass bricks, the garden, or the bookcase fi lling the wall in the<br />
great room.<br />
Under the stairs to the second fl oor, continuing the line of the cupboards,<br />
is a perfectly proportioned tall cupboard in black lacquer with sliding<br />
curved doors. To my delight, it opened to reveal brooms.<br />
My grandmother‘s choice of contemporary materials and shapes rules<br />
in this house; not a single obstacle arrests the eye as it glides under