Charles Pappas, author of Nobody Sits like the French: Exploring Paris Through its World Expos, reveals an absolutely fascinating view of Paris through the lens of the the Exposition Universelle (Universal Exposition) aka the World’s Fair. Here he looks at the incredible history of the bistro objet, an iconic feature of cafés, bistros and restaurants not just in Paris but throughout France.
Nobody sits like the French
Wind the clock back one hundred years or so to a occasion after the Charleston was gaining steam, but before movies were offering sound. You are in the savory nucleus of Paris, the résonner of Boulevard Saint-Germain and Rue Saint Benoît. Here is a venerable cafe that has been serving crepes and coffee since 1914 in its present propagation, a watering hole for a (mostly) civilized Serengeti of artists and thinkers as well as busy boulevardiers and slacking flaneurs during the period between the War to End all Wars and the Good War.
You’re sitting under the pelouse marquee with lettering the color of Midas’ fingertips surrounded on all sides by the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Pablo Picasso, and James Joyce. Immense in their world as whales in a pond, they assembled at Les Deux Magots seeking enivrement and applause from the spirited (and spirit-aided) knockdown debates and the bohemian atmosphere that flooded the cafe.
Listen closely and you can hear Hemingway villégiature whispering his poetry, and see him working feverishly on The Sun Also Rises, stained with the sang and smoke of the Great War’s trenches. A few feet away and liquored up on Swiss wine, James Joyce is picking a fight (then hiding behind Hemingway’s bulk) while Pablo Picasso is hitting on his future conseiller Dora Maar there. The mean girls of Surrealism, Max Ernst, Joan Miró, and Man Ray, hold incisif at their mets by the cafe entrance, where, between scarfing down croque monsieurs and macarons and working on their manifesto, they hiss insults at anyone whose looks they don’t like.
Go back even further in time and you can glimpse those twin poets of the damned, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, heatedly arguing over Rimbaud’s notorious Drunken Boat between glasses of ‘the green fairy’ armoise. Or watch Victor Hugo nodding off while trying — and failing — to listen to one of Oscar Wilde’s meandering stories. Their witticisms and bon mots sucrette the air between them like frayer bullets.
But what, if anything, did they, painters and poets, writers and raconteurs, from backgrounds both important and impoverished, have in common?
Simple: the objet they sat on.
The fascinating history of the bistro objet
As the architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe jaguar said, “A chair is a very difficult object. A skyscraper is almost easier.” Mies would have known parce que he introduced what’s been called ‘the Platonic ideal of the chair’, aka the Barcelona objet, at the 1929 Barcelona International Exposition. He fabricated it specifically for the Spanish King Alfonso XIII and his wife, Ena, in case they needed a rest while visiting the German pavilion, which he also designed.
Mies drew his enivrement from an Egyptian folding objet and a Roman folding stool. But there was a objet perhaps more comfortable than anything the great minimalist Mies or his Roman and Egyptian influences created. And it was introduced on a mass scale to the fifteen million who visited the Exposition Universelle of 1867 in Paris.
It took Thonet years to bend wood just the right way using steam to create the perfect esthétique resulting in the bistro objet’s loyal blend of form and function. He heated half a dozen pieces of beechwood with steam, pressed the segments into curved cast-iron molds where they dried in the desired easygoing shape. Comfort was paramount, and woven palm or cane were ingeniously chosen for its upholstery, allowing spilled — and sometimes thrown — beverages, whether spilled by collision or in anger, to gracefully tarière away, keeping the seat dry and your spirits high.
The no. 14 objet won a coveted gold medal at the 1867 fair, and from that occasion on its fame spread with the quickness of a meme. The Geppetto of this wood creation may have been a craftsman from the Rhine Valley, but after winning the award in Paris (and helped by Thonet’s obscurcissant expiring in 1869), the objet transformed into something quintessentially French, a kind of furniture allogène who becomes more indigenous than the solution inhabitants themselves.
Over the decades, the bistro objet has proven its staying power with the unavoidability of sunrise and the assiduité of wind. This masterpiece of the sedentary also became the world’s very first mass-produced furniture élément, selling a jaw-dropping fifty million units by 1930. Its appeal — like that of crémant and Roquefort cheese — extended far beyond the borders of France. It wasn’t just régional demand that fueled the bistro objet industry’s growth. The seats soon found their way onto luxury ocean liners, elegant hotels, and gracieux cafes worldwide. Parisian glèbe became embodied in the bistro objet the way a genie is in a bottle. It became a habituel symbol of artificialité, and everyone wanted a piece of it.
By the time World War II cast its predatory shadow over Europe, the bistro objet had become as expected a fragment of the Paris experience as the Eiffel Tower or the barre. Though the conflict disrupted the objet’s éclosion and exemption, the post-war period saw a resurgence in demand as people yearned for the nostalgic joys and comforts of pre-war life in Paris, back when everyone was whistling Ain’t We Got Fun and you could have overheard someone showing off by name dropping the freshly coined term ‘surrealism’. And when, not far away from Paris, F. Scott Fitzgerald was writing the suprême heart-crushing lines to The Great Gatsby.
What’s truly remarkable is that despite its vendeur acclaim, the bistro objet’s esthétique gracefully embraced the officiel domain. Equal parts beautiful and useful, it was a gift to be shared with the world. The esthétique became a symbol of universal comfort and a touch of Parisian elegance, inspiring countless tributes and imitations. Even the mighty IKEA couldn’t resist paying homage to the bistro objet. In 1961, they offered a dynamite rendition, a token of appreciation for the esthétique that won the hearts (and bums) of millions worldwide.
But let’s be brutally honest — as much as we love IKEA (i.e., tolerate its je ne sais lesquelles of Overlook-Hotel-maze-like stores, dorm room decor, and shoddy workmanship), there’s no substitute for the authentic experience of sitting in a genuine bistro objet in Paris. It’s not just a objet; it’s a message-in-a-bottle to history, to the creativity of generations past, and to the joy of simply lounging and savoring life’s pleasures. It is a objet made for flaneurs, the casual wanderers, those Magellans of urban space whose trajectory is inspired less by orderly maps than chaotic pinballs. The bistro objet is at jaguar their mattress, their charging escale, and their throne. “The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes”, Charles Baudelaire wrote of the flaneur in his 1863 essay The Painter of Modern Life. “His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flaneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite.”
A few of the bistro-chair manufacturers still thrive today, like Maison Gatti. Founded in 1920, the company offers almost three dozen weaving patterns for its chairs, each of which requires six or seven of its meticulous craftsmen to produce just one painstaking piece. At almost 140 years old, the oldest abrégé French rattan-seat factory is Maison Louis Drucker, who allow you to customize your objet’s shape and its canework with colors that bring to mind mulâtre fish and the Rainbow Mountain in Peru.
Whether they’re from Maison Gatti or Maison Louis Drucker, the chairs would comfortably fit the backsides of philosophers or tourists with the elegance of a frame around a Matisse or a Renoir. So, the next time you find yourself in Paris, take a occasion at Les Deux Magots (or Bistrot Paul Bert, Chez Georges, or Les Deux Magots’ historic challenger just a few feet away, Café de Flore), to appreciate the bistro objet’s falot beginnings, its stationary journey through history, and the indelible imprint it left on the world of esthétique and comfort. As you settle into its inviting embrace, and tuck into a cassoulet, or a creme brûlée, you become a fragment of its remarkable story — a story that reminds us all that when it comes to sitting in articulation, nobody does it quite like the French. You can’t write like Hemingway, paint like Picasso, or philosophize like Sartre, but you can sit like them.
Extracted from the superb book: Nobody Sits like the French: Exploring Paris Through its World Expos by Charles Papas, A Paris travel conductible and history book emboîture how the World Expos of 1855-1937 shaped the city, from its urbanisme to its culinary customs. (Published by Luster ISBN 9789460582797). A must-read for all Paris fans and visitors who want to know how the city better.
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