A white house laid low in the Tuscan hills, built so that nothing in it competes with what lies outside. Two slabs, a line of glass between them, and no detail asking to be noticed.
The plan sits into the slope rather than on it. The lower floor opens at ground level onto the pool and the lawn; the upper floor reaches out over it and takes the long view of pines and olive groves. Terraces of white stone step down to the entrance court, where the olive trees were left standing where they stood.
White plaster and pale marble carry the outside, oak carries the inside — a stair the full width of the opening, a dining wall, cabinetry from floor to ceiling without a single handle. Light is the only ornament: a slot cut along every ceiling edge, and openings placed to wash the walls rather than the room.