Parlors are not the place for love-making. And, to tell the truth, neither are beds. “One needs a suburban meadow, a piece of desert, the steppes, the moors, in short all the places where the grass is scanty, hot and dry,” Pier Paolo Pasolini wrote, ahead of his time. It was 1968, well in advance of a pandemic that has forced us into lockdown, where we experience our sexuality (or lack of it, depending on cases and chances), alone or in company, inside four claustrophobic walls, or more if we happen to have a balcony, a terrace, a small garden or a landing.
We find ourselves wondering, among the many questions raised by the arrival of the virus, if one of the greatest poets, interpreter of charm and seduction, might not have been right all along.
Apart from the phallic vases of Sottsass, memory foam mattresses and exotic wallpaper, here is a quick report on what can effectively make a dwelling sexy and seductive.