Can you believe it? Exactly one year ago we released our very first book, The Coveteur: Private Spaces, Personal Style. To celebrate, we’re going to be bringing you some of the super-exclusive closets we shot from the tome, all of which have never before been published online. Love what you see and want more? It’s not too late to order your own copy!
In case her family’s namesake knits didn’t tip you off, allow us to spell it out right here and now for you: No one could ever accuse Angela Missoni of being a minimalist.
Upon entering the veritable feast for the eyes that is the Missoni home in Varese, a sleepy city a little over an hour outside of Milan, this much becomes immediately clear. That’s not to say, though, that Missoni’s assorted tchotchkes and collectibles feel at all chaotic or haphazard: There’s a rigorous, exacting method to the Missoni madness. From the elegant (the ashtrays artfully strewn about the living room) to the eccentric (the shelves of porcelain hands and deer figurines in towering glass display cases), we’re pretty sure the purposeful styling of every last detail would put even the most grueling of Type A personalities at ease. It’s no Grey Gardens, if you know what we mean.
A self-confessed perfectionist, once Missoni had decamped from hair and makeup, she couldn’t help but make a pit stop at her closet to get elbows-deep with us amongst her things. She handed us dozens upon dozens of her leather pumps and countless brightly hued babouches (traditional Moroccan slippers) from travels around the globe. From there, it was on to jewelry, where she painstakingly pulled family heirlooms and priceless keepsakes from the drawers bordering her wardrobe. After handing us the glittering Edie Parker clutch emblazoned with her first name, she even showed us how she repurposes dust bags as impromptu handbags (!) while traveling. Italian mothers: They’re nothing if not endlessly resourceful, right?
As Missoni sat for her portraits alongside the indoor pool that sits atop the rolling hills surrounding her home, we got busy propping pieces from her closet throughout the scattered curiosities. And because we know you’re dying to ask, yes, precariously hanging a knee-length Missoni coat just so from the edge of a Jenny Holzer installation is every bit as terrifying as you’d imagine. While Missoni told us she doesn’t have the time she deems necessary to attend auctions and art fairs that would anoint her a “proper” collector, we beg to differ—and so does the neon Tracey Emin hanging above her family room’s sofa, we’ll bet. Don’t even get us started on the George Condo and Francesco Vezzolis in the mix, too.
We won’t lie—after bringing out a tray (Missoni, duh) with biscotti and cookies to keep us satiated throughout the afternoon, we were starting to secretly almost feel as if we were a part of the family. Surrounded by Memphis Design objects, countless antiques, priceless art, oddities...we could have really gotten used to it all; but as rain started to fall on the property, we took it as our cue to partire and return to Milan for the evening. We do expect an invitation in our mailboxes to the next Missoni family reunion, though.