There was a time when the most sophisticated hosts did not receive their guests in gilded ballrooms, but beneath olive trees and striped linen awnings – where long lunches flowed like champagne and candlelit dinners were at once effortlessly relaxed and impeccably staged. Think of Marella Agnelli’s summer soirées at Villa Frescot – hand-painted porcelain, wild jasmine scattered along the table, and light falling like in a Sorolla painting. Or those Riviera evenings with Lee Radziwill – Lalique crystal beside bowls brimming with peaches, barefoot strolls between garden terraces. The old jet set knew one unshakable truth: style never goes on holiday.
Today, the art of summer entertaining in private estates is undergoing a renaissance – but with new codes: tradition, artistic intuition, and a quiet opulence. From Ibiza to Montauk, the spirit is one of cultivated ease – bare feet as a deliberate aesthetic, and every detail – from the linen napkin to the tuna tartare – telling a story.
“Your summer home is not just a place – it’s an expression of your world,” says Camille Hart, an event stylist whose clients range from the Hamptons to the South of France. “We start with the landscape – are we dining beneath a pergola in Sicily or by a pool in Palm Beach? The table must speak the language of both the place and the host.”
Today’s summer table is about the art of layering. Crisp white cloths have been retired. In their place: hand-block-printed linens from Jaipur, ceramics from Puglia, vintage glassware from Parisian antiques markets. The effect is of a collected aesthetic, carrying the imprint of countless travels and beautiful memories.
Flowers remain the eternal crown of the table, but the approach now is looser, almost bohemian. “We gather from nature,” says Belén Ramos, a floral designer based in Mallorca. “Branches of fig, olive, bougainvillea spilling across the table – that’s the magic.”
Forget symmetry: dahlias with wild fennel, a single eccentric stem of protea, citrus fruit scattered like little bursts of sun. The result is a composition that breathes, perfumes the air, and belongs to the place.
If the table is the prologue, the menu is the novel. Increasingly, hosts work with chefs to compose gastronomic narratives inspired by the terroir. A few examples:
On the most beautiful summer evenings, the boundary between interior and exterior dissolves. The salon flows into the garden, and the garden into the home – through open French doors, across the counters of improvised bars, into bowls of lemons and hand-picked figs. Guests drift between spaces as if moving through a perfectly styled set: apéritif under the vines, first course by the fountain, dessert in a deckchair by the pool. All of it follows a rhythm of gentle ease, in which the evening unfolds like a well-composed melody.
And while magazine photographs capture the glow of the moment, the true value of these tables lies in the unseen – the soft laughter echoing under the stars; the feeling that time has stopped; the shared quiet at the end of the night, when the last candles burn low. This is the kind of magic that cannot be bought or faked – it is created through care, generosity, and a deep understanding of the beauty of the present moment.
Even if your “summer estate” is simply a rented seaside cottage, the spirit of elegant hospitality is within reach:
The true summer table is not about perfection, but about a feeling: the sound of cicadas, the chime of glasses, the scent of rosemary from the garden. What Marella, Lee, and Jackie always knew: guests are not welcomed to be impressed, but to be enchanted.
Sometimes, the most stylish gesture is to pour the wine, slip off your sandals, and let the table – and the moment – tell the story for you.
Photos: Vogue.com, Courtesy of Studio McGee, Lesley Unruh, Elephantinebakery.com.