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Villa Necchi, or the inability to embrace the new century: The human inclination to imbue the new with the familiar, the artefacts and decorations of the world one grew up in, a world which since has ceased to exist. The clarity of lines of the world to
come is softened and obscured by bows and drapes, in emerald and siena. The clarity of thought is softened by the whimsical and the romantic, trinkets from travels beyond Europe. A single futurist graphic is framed and placed in the villa’s anteroom, off to the side, towards the wood-clad cellar where another brooding life was lurking in the billard room and the bar, led by men who understood what was to come and who knew their only way to escape it was their well-timed demise. (In the garden by Villa Necchi in June, noted in my now destroyed notebook.)