Giada is in the "Farmer's House", next to the main house. On the upper floor, which can also be reached by lift, it has everything you need to immerse yourself in a pop atmosphere that has marked a part of their lives for some. Flat and bold colours, the green of the bed headboard and sommier interacts only with the pearl gray of the soft bedspread and floor. In the small piece of furniture next to the bed - it would be an understatement to call it a bedside table - you can still recognize the green, and it is at the center of a carved decoration that recalls the East, distant Tibet, a land of dreams and spirituality.
There are no other distractions, collisions with redundant elements, everything is at the service of essential and refined comfort.
As the only concession to creativity and extravagance, an oil painting that tells of a boy, perhaps a hippy, who plays a guitar while facing the sun. And this becomes the central and powerful element of the room, the fulcrum around which everything revolves: freedom, the conquest of emotional space, transgression, the pinch of nostalgia with which we outline the description of the years that we believed to be the best, the most beautiful, the most courageous: when we were intoxicated with the illusion of being able to change everything.
The window overlooks the Rosa mountains, fading into the distance. There comes peace and tranquility, a sense of well-being and fullness. We dedicate this room To the nostalgic, to those who cannot fail to listen to music and carry headphones with them everywhere so as not to miss a guitar solo by Pink Floyd or Santana, but sometimes indulge in some country melody, just to relax a bit.
It would have been appreciated by… Jim Morrison. A meteor in the firmament of world music and poetry. Some of the most touching poems by him of those sixties. This is unforgettable: “ If you were a tear I wouldn't cry for fear of losing you”
