.Pure & Simple-
Peaceful-that's what Audrey was looking for and found in La Paisible.
I searched for what was loved & found to be real- Audrey Hepburn
Hepburn photographed with her son Luca Dotti
Audrey Hepburn met and fell in love with Andrea Dotti in 1969. She had established a home near Lac Leman Switzerland with first husband Mel Ferrer in 1963. The Swiss villa in Tolochenaz was a retreat for the Hollywood couple.
Hepburn said "it was a place where there would never be a war."
The simplest white wicker filled the Master Bedroom & fresh sprig blue Porthault linens covered the bed. The painting over the desk of the villa in the bedroom was painted by Dr. Dotti-an Italian psychiatrist.
BEAUTIFUL IN BLUE
image from Gardens of the World here
Audrey's Library at La Paisible took its colors from the painting of watermelon slices by Rufino Tamayo over a pink sofa. A modern Parsons table and desk are paired with a Spanish rug in pinks , woven stools and a Windsor chair.
Audrey-later in life- relaxing in the Library of her beloved villa with her dogs.
image from Audrey Hepburn here
PRETTY IN PINK
photograph by Bert Stern, 1960.
I remember the freedom being able to pick fruit from a tree (as a child)- Audrey Hepburn
pictured below harvesting fruit in her orchard
RAVISHING IN RED
photograph by Avedon, 1961
In the Villa's Garden-roses & lavender, with a tablecloth scattered in daises. The orchard and established rose garden yielded to masses of wildflowers beyond.
I've always had a passion for the outdoors, for trees, for birds, for flowers.-Audrey Hepburn
The article and photographs were published in VOGUE UK 1971, and much of the text was written by Hepburn, She wrote:
The same year Henry Clarke photographed Audrey Hepburn wearing her great friend Hubert Givenchy's newest collection for Vogue UK.
Though the relationship with Dotti did not last-they were married thirteen years, the house remained true to Audrey's ideals. Audrey Hepburn died at La Paisible January 20th 1993. After her death Gregory Peck read this-her favorite poem, Unending Love.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times... In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, It's ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man's days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours - And the songs of every poet past and forever. ~Rabindranath Tagore
Audrey Hepburn here
Gardens of the World.org here
in LIFE here
Life with Audrey, from the men in her life in People magazine 1994, here