VILLA EQUINOXE
Codenamed Équinox. A story of axes and light, where day equals night. At Villa Équinox., time is not measured — it is consumed. Life is lived fully, shaped and unsettled by the elements. Perched high above the Atlantic, the house takes on the posture of a lighthouse, fixed gaze set firmly on the horizon. Here, architecture navigates between Romanticism and Historicism. Between Neo-Gothic, Belle Époque and Neo-Modernism. Between an English lord, a Bostonian heiress and a Russian tsar. Between the blue of the sky and the emerald of the ocean — and back again. Balancing elegance and restraint, the villa centres around a glazed gallery bathed in artificial sunlight, lacquered in mother-of-pearl like a jeweller’s case. It serves as the rhythmic heart of an exotic journey. Moving through the house feels like drifting from one postcard to the next: a sequence of eclectic, unexpected rooms — dandyish, alluring, athletic — all bound by a shared sensibility. A new kind of DNA, aptly named the Atlantic Riviera. At Villa Équinox., one learns to love the winds, the stars and the sea — by day, by night, at solstice or under a full moon. Dreams are relived while awake. In full agreement with Sacha Guitry’s axiom: “When torn between two beaches, one of them is always Biarritz.”
