Nostalgia for the disappeared old-Moscow houses and courtyards, kulebyak and rastegayam, stone lions at the porch and blooming roses on the windows and today are met by artists and architects. Including those who are now under forty. Yevgeny Monakhov and Yegor Solopov extremely skillfully embodied this feeling in the interiors of the hotel on Kachalov Street, which they created about a year ago. Inside, when you enter the hotel itself, it remains, but becomes more theatrical, increases, and finally, when you pass through all the halls, “the music of classical Moscow” begins to sound like a triumphal chord. This is particularly acute, if you go the most ordinary way. First - in a long hall with its Tuscan colonnade and low mirror ceiling, expanding the space. Then - to the library, decorated with pilasters with Ionic capitals, marble type-setting floor, wooden ceiling beams and a completely classic fireplace with its columns on the sides and a mirror above the marble shelf. From the bar with sturdy Italian tables and a wooden counter you can get into a small banquet hall. It was particularly successful: with lush Corinthian columns of Greek design and a large, light, very successful painting in a wide semi-circular niche. On it is the Italian landscape: ancient ruins, a city on a mountain, a river, hills stretching into the distance. The scale of the rooms, the height of the columns, the space itself is quite in the spirit of the Moscow Empire style. Details are made "on a higher note", they feel the classic architectural treatises of Palladio and Vignola. The decor is made of gypsum (quite firmly) and painted in marble - also in Moscow traditions. Undoubtedly the art of modellers who cast columns and pulled cornices, miraculously preserved from the time of the Stalin empire. In this deliberate revival of the architectural spirit of Moscow classicism, in the authenticity and at the same time theatricality of the interiors, in the enthralling perseverance with which the authors develop the theme of chamber spaces surrounded by columns, one feels not only nostalgia for the classics, but even real classic passion.
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