What makes a house a home? And what makes a home a work of art? These are only some of the questions that François Halard explores in his work. The French photographer, who specializes in interiors and architecture, provides an important counterpoint to the overly designed, personality-free rooms that tend to trend on social media. The aesthetic he favors is a lived-in one that’s riddled with the idiosyncrasies of the home’s inhabitants. As he releases François Halard: The Last Pictures, the final installment of his three-part Rizzoli series, he shares his key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: Air France.
Airport: Lamu Airport, in Kenya.
App: Instagram.
Bag: A leather one made by my local shoemaker in Greece.
Bedtime: Midnight.
Birthday: June 9.
Breakfast, weekday: Double espresso.
Breakfast, weekend: Double espresso.
Cocktail: Ouzo.
Couple: Monica Vitti and Michelangelo Antonioni.
Diet: Wine and saucisson.
Escape: Arles.
Hideaway: Flea market.
Hotel: Peponi Hotel, in Kenya.
Indulgence: Greek and Roman antiquities.
Jacket: Dries Van Noten.
Last Meal: Sea bass.
Movie:
Jean-Luc Godard’s Contempt.
Nonfiction book: A Life of Picasso, by John Richardson.
Novel: La Peau, by Curzio Malaparte.
Pants: Everyday A.P.C. jeans.
Shoes: My Greek sandals.
Pet: My cat, Keiko, and my birds.
Restaurant: Kronenhalle, in Zurich.
Street: West 11th Street, in New York.
Television series: Squid Game.
Time of day: Morning.
Vacation: Greek islands.
View: The Faraglioni, from Casa Malaparte, in Capri.
Wake-up time: Seven a.m.
Weekend bag: Polaroid and film.
Work of art: A Cy Twombly sculpture.
WRITING IMPLEMENT: An oil stick.
François’s Essentials
