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Fabrique,
dettaglio tecnico /
Fabrique,
technical detail /
Studio per la stampa
della superficie
in legno /
Study for printing
the wooden
surface /
Fabrique,
costruzione tecnica /
Fabrique,
technical construction /
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— Fabrique
Marc Sadler
06
07
already high illuminated the entrance with blue - where the electric
lamps were not yet lit. Aureliano thus managed to distinguish the
unusual floor, which he had not immediately noticed, distracted by the
voice of the lady who explained to him how the whole palace had
been built by and for his family.

“You are an engineer, you will appreciate the commitment that was
put into this construction,” the young woman said proudly, slightly
narrowing her eyes that had a strange grey-blue colour. Skipping the
first question that came to his mind (how did the lady never seen be-
fore know his occupation?), Aureliano set about praising the quality of
the spatial layout, the goodness of the execution and the originality
of certain solutions.

He wasn’t exactly an expert of fin de siècle architecture but supporting
the young woman’s story served him to better observe what was per-
haps less important for her. The whole entrance, up to the accesses
to the stairs, was paved with blocks of oak wood placed overhead - a
fairly common solution once in factories and laboratories, but which
Aureliano had never seen before inside a house: or rather, that huge
entrance, which was designed as a distribution space, could be consid-
ered as a huge semi-interior but also a space of representation and -
to a certain extent - as a livable environment.

So livable that the pavement reminded Aureliano of his factory and its
possibilities. He was wondering “Why not make an indoor floor with
these characteristics?”, when - just as if they were at home - the lady
invited him to sit down on one of the oak benches, vaguely in Art
Nouveau style, which stood at the corners of the big entrance.

Aureliano mentally thanked the architect who had them made in
wood instead of cold marble, which was preferred by the bourgeoisie,
as an unequivocal symbol of wealth and permanence of their fortunes.
He was already imagining a populist and perhaps socialist designer,
who had embraced William Morris’ theories and aspired to a
transformation of the bourgeois taste “from within”, re-evaluating
craftsmanship and manual executions... when the voice of the young
lady brought him back to reality. She saw he was still shaken and
stopped the description of materials and constructive solutions of the
building, and ask him how he was feeling.

“But are you really sure you’re okay, engineer? Your face is a little pale.
Engineer...? I don’t even know your name, excuse me. My name is
Veronica: Veronica Sellier. Sellier, with the accent on the second e.”
“Nice to meet you, Veronica. My name is Aureliano: Aureliano
Camelia. And I’m an engineer.”
“But you already know that,” he added, smiling, as he slowly got up
from the bench.
“Unfortunately, madam, it is very late. Désolée, but I have to go:
someone is waiting for me for a business meeting. Thank you for your
kindness and for introducing me to this beautiful building.”
“It’s my pleasure, engineer Camelia. If you stop by Milan, why don’t
you come to visit us? You could stop by for a tea, visit the house too:
it’s very bright and airy, I’m sure you will like it. Just give your name
at the conciergerie, we are almost always at home and we often have
visitors. My husband’s cabinet is here, right there, on the mezzanine
floor.”

And, still seating, with a glance she pointed to a large glass door,
to which three low steps in red Verona marble led. The panes were
sanded with curious guilloche motifs, which to Aureliano seemed
to contain Masonic symbols.
“He’s also an engineer, you know? What a coincidence...” the lady
smiled again, staring into his eyes. Aureliano thanked, promised,
bowed, didn’t take off his hat because he didn’t have one and almost
backing away he headed for the tall, heavy door, which a servant from
nowhere kept open.”
Don’t forget, engineer: Sellier, family Sellier!
“Veronica repeated it from a distance in a louder voice, making slightly
a greeting with her right hand gloved in black.
Natural Genius
A DESIGN STORY - Marc Sadler