A Classic Parisian Apartment Filled With Modern Design

By placing contemporary pieces amid original features, the architect Sophie Dries has created a space that privileges experimentation.

Article by Alice Cavanagh

In the living room, a Rick Owens chair, a Max Lamb coffee table and a sofa by Dries. The floor lamp is by Déborah Bowman. Photography by Matthew Avignone.In the living room, a Rick Owens chair, a Max Lamb coffee table and a sofa by Dries. The floor lamp is by Déborah Bowman. Photography by Matthew Avignone.

In the autumn of 2019, the architect and designer Sophie Dries, 35, and her partner, the sculptor Marc Leschelier, 37, moved into a two-bedroom Haussmannian apartment in Paris’s 11th Arrondissement, not far from the city’s historic Place des Vosges. For several months, they lived almost entirely without furniture or household comforts, save for a mattress on the bedroom floor — which doubled as a hangout area and home office — and two dinner plates. They had no interest in buying stopgap items and wanted to take time to acquaint themselves with the space before making it their own. “We would completely avoid the living room, though,” Dries says. “It was so empty, it had an echo.”

But the couple weren’t exactly starting with a blank slate. The 125-square-metre second-floor apartment is an archetypal 19th-century Parisian home, complete with all the trappings of the era’s refined, decorative architecture. The three-metre-high ceilings have ornate, botanically themed mouldings; the walls are wainscoted; and the floors retain their original geometric two-tone marquetry. At the western end of the 35-square-metre living room, there is an elaborately sculpted marble fireplace inscribed with the year of its creation, 1853, and on the adjacent wall a row of floor-to-ceiling French windows open onto a balcony overlooking the wide, tree-lined boulevard below. The home, in other words, was designed to be a sumptuous backdrop for the gilded commodes and carved-leg bergères of its time. But Dries and Leschelier — who met not long after they both graduated from the architecture program at Paris’s École des Beaux-Arts — had an entirely different vision for it. “We wanted to create a clash between this bourgeois typical Haussmannian home and contemporary furniture and ideas,” says Dries. “We live on the old continent, and we love its sense of history, but we’re young — it’s important to have that paradox.”

Dries and Leschelier in the living room. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
Dries and Leschelier in the living room. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
A Gaetano Pesce chair and a Max Lamb side-table stand beside a rug by Dries in the vestibule. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
A Gaetano Pesce chair and a Max Lamb side-table stand beside a rug by Dries in the vestibule. Photography by Matthew Avignone.

Since founding her namesake architecture and design studio in 2014, Dries has built a portfolio of residential projects in Paris — including a minimalist penthouse on the Rue Saint-Honoré for a pair of art collectors and an elegantly stripped-back two-bedroom near the Canal Saint-Martin for a young couple who work in fashion and tech — that each serve as a deft portrait of their residents while reflecting Dries’s own interests in combining pure lines with rich textures and unusual materials. With his raw large-scale sculptures — often pavillion-esque concrete forms — Leschelier similarly seeks to introduce a sense of spontaneity and experimentation into the architectural process. This shared sensibility, which rejects hierarchies of old and new, form and function, is evident throughout the pair’s home. Beginning in December 2019, they slowly furnished the apartment, which has a traditional circular layout — a living room and a dining room lead off an entryway, and the more private rooms, including the bedroom and a nursery for the couple’s three-month-old daughter, Daria, flow into one another from there — over a two-year period, mixing pieces by designers such as Philippe Starck and Ettore Sottsass (acquired mostly through Paris-based gallerists, including Paul Bourdet and Yves and Victor Gastou) with Dries’s own handcrafted creations.

Leschelier, a sculptor, almost never makes furniture, but he created two of these custom console tables, composed of steel-topped stacked cinder blocks, to frame a window in the couple’s living room. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
Leschelier, a sculptor, almost never makes furniture, but he created two of these custom console tables, composed of steel-topped stacked cinder blocks, to frame a window in the couple’s living room. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
In the dining room of Sophie Dries and Marc Leschelier’s Paris apartment, a pendant light by Dries for Kaia hangs above a table of her design topped with a Charlotte Perriand lamp. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
In the dining room of Sophie Dries and Marc Leschelier’s Paris apartment, a pendant light by Dries for Kaia hangs above a table of her design topped with a Charlotte Perriand lamp. Photography by Matthew Avignone.

Arrangements were often informed by affinities that Dries or Leschelier noticed between seemingly unrelated items. In the living room, for example, the couple paired a dining table with a wavy-edged oval oak top, and tubular rusted steel legs by Dries with a set of Starck’s ’80s-era steel Von Vogelsang chairs for Driade. A three by two metre framed print by Ryan McGinley depicting three nude figures sprawled across a sand dune covers almost the entire south wall. Dries shared images of the room with the British designer Max Lamb, who then created a slablike rubber coffee table for the space in a complementary shade of peanut butter brown. The piece now sits beside a crescent-moon-shaped modular sofa, designed by Dries and upholstered in deep aubergine velvet, that like the floor is made from oak but in a more contemporary burled veneer.

Leschelier also contributed custom works to the living room: two console tables composed of steel-topped stacked cinder blocks sealed with overflowing mortar that sit on either side of one of the French windows. Dries, too, often elevates raw, humble elements in her practice and counts the postwar Italian Arte Povera movement, which championed everyday materials, and the minimalism of the French Modernist interior designer Jean-Michel Frank among her references. “Frank was a punk of his time, and I often wonder what he’d do today,” she says. For the couple’s bedroom, a warm but restrained refuge defined by earth tones and natural textures, she used a slap brush to apply an organic, craggy white plaster finish to the tall built-in closets, and she had curtains made from roughly woven hessian, a fabric typically used in upholstery. The sun-flooded dining room, adjacent to the living room, features one of her brass Glow chandeliers, designed for the lighting company Kaia, whose egg-shaped glass globes are topped with moulded papier-mâché cases. And for the small galley kitchen at the far end of the apartment, she chose a blue-grey polished concrete to cover the countertops and floor, a refreshing departure from the beige and white palette her clients so often request.

On the polished concrete benchtop in the kitchen, the couple’s collection of 1980s silver Alessi appliances and ceramics of Dries’s design. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
On the polished concrete benchtop in the kitchen, the couple’s collection of 1980s silver Alessi appliances and ceramics of Dries’s design. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
Dries upholstered the couple’s headboard with dyed raw linen. The desk is by Studio BBPR for Olivetti, and the painting is by Ana Karkar. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
Dries upholstered the couple’s headboard with dyed raw linen. The desk is by Studio BBPR for Olivetti, and the painting is by Ana Karkar. Photography by Matthew Avignone.

Dries and Leschelier share an appreciation for works with a sense of humour. They are fans, for example, of the expressive approach of the Italian designer Gaetano Pesce, and one of his anthropomorphic, brightly coloured hand-poured resin Nobody’s Perfect chairs sits — near a plush purple and green tufted wool rug by Dries for Nilufar Gallery that evokes an otherworldly animal pelt — in the corner of the apartment’s vestibule, a hushed, jewel-box-like space where the couple’s eclectic tastes are most fully on display. To amplify the room’s intimate, denlike feel, Dries upholstered the walls in jade green Japanese straw. Then, taking inspiration from the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia — in which old masters and personal curiosities amassed over decades by the early 20th-century collector Albert C. Barnes are displayed side by side — she hung some of the couple’s smaller-scale artworks salon-style across them. A religious engraving by the German Renaissance master Albrecht Dürer, inherited from Leschelier’s maternal grandmother, appears not far from a photograph of an English breakfast by the British photographer Martin Parr; an engraved landscape by Dries and Leschelier’s close friend the French conceptual artist Laurent Grasso offsets a floral still life by the young Azerbaijani painter Niyaz Najafov. “The room has no function, but it’s our favourite,” Dries says. “We wanted to find an absurd way of putting things together without any thought of value.”

In the living room, a photograph by Ryan McGinley, a table of Dries’s design and chairs by Philippe Starck for Driade. Photography by Matthew Avignone.
In the living room, a photograph by Ryan McGinley, a table of Dries’s design and chairs by Philippe Starck for Driade. Photography by Matthew Avignone.

Now that the living room no longer has an echo, the couple make full use of it by hosting friends for aperitifs. While neither claims to be a great cook, they both delight in sharing a bottle of Chablis — or, when the occasion calls for it, a gin and tonic or two — with their loved ones, and it is in this room, too, that they spend the most time with their daughter. But for Dries, the family’s home is also a professional manifesto of sorts, a way to illustrate that a more idiosyncratic living space can hold great allure. “My clients might be too afraid to do most of the things here,” she says. “But if they see them in the context of a traditional apartment, they might change their minds.”

A Fabric Designer’s Wildly Colourful Home in Italy

Perched above Lake Como, the vibrant weekend house of Caterina Fabrizio is a shrine to pattern and texture.

Article by Tom Delavan

On the top floor of Caterina Fabrizio’s home in Como, Italy, Hermès Jardin d’Osier wallpaper, a sofa upholstered in Dedar’s Farniente outdoor twill, Giovanni Travasa for Bonacina 1889 armchairs with cushions in Dedar’s Tagomago, an African-inspired jacquard and a vintage kilm from India. (Photography byDiego Mayon)

The family-run Italian fabric house Dedar is beloved by the design cognoscenti not for its unifying aesthetic but for its freewheeling approach to pattern and texture. “Fabrics must arouse emotions, and in our approach, there is room for audacity,” says Caterina Fabrizio, 52, who, with her 50-year-old brother, Raffaele, runs the company that their parents founded in 1976 in Milan. Of course, what elicits that sort of response from them is highly idiosyncratic, informed as much by their travels as the architecture of Northern Italy, where they grew up.

The result is a collection that looks like no other and attracts clients such as the Italian director Luca Guadagnino, who featured one of the company’s abstract florals in his 2017 film, “Call Me by Your Name”; the Italian interior designer Michele Bönan, who installed their elegant-but-durable upholstery throughout the J.K. Place hotels in Rome, Florence, Paris and Capri; and Hermès, which has collaborated with Dedar on fabrics and wallpapers since 2011.

Dedar — short for design d’arredamento (design for interiors) — was started by Caterina’s father, Nicola Fabrizio, who began his career selling limited-edition lithographs and silk screens by postwar and pop artists, including Robert Rauschenberg and Cy Twombly to the design trade in the 1970s. After that business failed to take off, he and his wife, Elda, founded Dedar, producing hand-woven textiles and sourcing antique tribal rugs from around the world, often taking their two young children on buying trips in India, Thailand and Anatolia.

“We spent days in warehouses of rugs,” Caterina recalls. In the early 1990s, the Fabrizios decided to focus on artisanal fabrics after a series of fortuitous trade-show encounters; the first was with Jack Lenor Larsen, the éminence grise of late 20th-century American textiles, who began representing Dedar in the United States after becoming besotted with its offerings. Next came the French designer Jacques Garcia, who in 1995 chose one of Dedar’s damasks, patterned with plants and animals, to use throughout the Hôtel Costes in Paris. What set the firm apart was its dedication to experimentation, working with craftspeople to develop new techniques — synthetics that feel like silk, jacquards that appear woven in reverse — while incorporating rich colors and historical references as varied as Japanese xylography (woodblock printing) and the intricate flower-and-bird patterns found on 17th-century Chinese decorative screens.

In the living room, a chair found in Normandy, France, sits next to an African shield, while a 1960s hanging lamp by Hans Agne Jakobsson offsets sofas, pillows and curtains made with Dedar silks and velvets. (Photography by Diego Mayon)

Today, that combination of old motifs and new materials still defines Dedar. Caterina believes their creations, which are made by artisans throughout Italy, as well as France, Belgium and India, reflect a “contemporary way of seeing refinement”. Rendered in novel constructions, the company’s exquisite textiles are meant to be used in everyday environments — one of its most popular fabrics, SN Schwarzwald, may resemble a 17th-century verdure tapestry, with dense woodland scenes in deep greens and blues, but is in fact a printed linen-cotton-canvas blend with a water- and stain-resistant vinyl coating.

Caterina’s own weekend home, a nondescript 1960s-era box a short walk from the shore of Lake Como, enshrines this kind of easygoing luxury. The three-story, 3,550-square-foot open-plan Modernist house feels airy, even though it’s crowded with vintage furniture that she has arranged with no overarching vision in mind.

“Look around — there are very few things that are useful,” she says. “I buy things because they touch me, not because I need them.” She points to a rickety wooden chair in the living room that she found a few years ago in a Normandy junk shop: She anticipated its arrival for more than a year, even though it’s not at all comfortable. It’s just one example of what she calls the house’s “randomness”, from a print of Twombly’s “Roman Notes” (1970) — pulled from her childhood bedroom — in the living room to a trio of pendants from the Nilufar Gallery in Milan that project colourful shadows in the downstairs hallway.

On Fabrizio’s terrace overlooking the town of Como and the lake, a vintage chair upholstered in Dedar’s Etoile outdoor fabric. (Photography by Diego Mayon)

When she found the house in 2001, she enlisted the help of her brother, who worked as an architect before joining Dedar, and the Italian interior designer Vittorio Locatelli to reconfigure the unremarkable, flat-roofed structure. Raffaele took his cues not from the lake’s grand hotels or the sumptuous summer palazzi built by prominent Milanese families in the 17th and 18th centuries but from the region’s Rationalist architecture, particularly the Bauhaus-inspired buildings constructed in the 1930s by architects such as Giuseppe Terragni and Adalberto Libera (both of whose legacies have since been tainted by their Fascist connections).

Inspired by the unadorned rectangular structure and large windows of Terragni’s nearby Casa del Fascio, completed in 1936, Raffaele installed sheets of horizontal plate glass across the house’s facade and connected the three floors with a polished slate spiral staircase. He placed all three bedrooms on the ground floor, then opened up the top two floors to create a relaxed environment. “I saw that I could make a bad building from the 1960s into a good building from the 1930s,” he says, gesturing to the white walls and Lavagna stone and oak floors, which provide a neutral canvas for his sister’s magpie sensibility.

But Caterina’s passions are, unsurprisingly, best revealed in the house’s many fabrics. From the horizontal black-and-white stripes on the living and dining room curtains to the textured beige pillows on a nubby cotton jacquard bedspread in the main bedroom, the décor eschews all clichés of a traditional beach house, even though the hillside property overlooks the lake. The most striking example is the third-floor sunroom, which opens onto a terrace scattered with palm trees and prickly pear cacti. Its walls and ceiling are covered in wallpaper in a colourful jungle pattern that Dedar produced for Hermès. In the centre of the room is a pair of 1960s wicker chairs fabricated by Bonacina 1889, a company known for its rattan, upholstered in a geometric African-inspired woven silk. A faded red Indian kilim on the floor — which Caterina swaps out for a plusher rug in the winter — underscores the room’s layered, eclectic charm.

In the main bedroom, curtains in Dedar’s Tiger Silk, a raw silk jacquard embellished with a Tibetan-inspired design and lined with Blazer linen satin, alongside a fiberglass chair from the 1950s, a small model of the Menta totem designed by Ettore Sottsass in the 1960s and a Robert Rauschenberg print on the floor. (Photography by Diego Mayon)

Dedar, of course, wouldn’t exist without Caterina’s father and mother. Nor, she says, would her eye: “My crazy parents wanted to escape Milan and let us grow like wildflowers.” On the outskirts of the village where she spent her childhood, Fino Mornasco, six miles from her current weekend home, the Fabrizios lived in one of the 17th-century outbuildings on the estate of a grand villa, where their neighbours were artists. Both Caterina and Raffaele left the village for university in Milan, but the business, and especially the prospect of raising her two sons in a more laid-back environment, ultimately drew her back to Como in 2001. (Now that her children are adults, Caterina spends most weekdays at her apartment in Milan’s Brera district, an hour to the south.)

In the beginning, the decision to return to Como, like the design of her home there, required a real leap of faith — which, to Caterina, feels reminiscent of her fabric business. One is forced to imagine Dedar’s offerings on a chair or made into curtains with the blind hope that, once installed, such choices will elevate the space they’re in. “In the end, either you hate it or you love it,” she says. “But when you love it, you really remember it.”