Places: Hermesvilla

We’re in Vienna! Well, just outside. We’ll be back soon for a more expansive look at the Austrian capital and its rich heritage of neurosis and peculiarity, but for now Partner and self find ourselves at the western edge of the city where the streets slope abruptly upward then just as suddenly halt at the onset of the Vienna Woods. We are tracing the tale of Sissi.

What has always fascinated me about Sissi – more correctly Sisi, more formally Empress Elisabeth of Austria – is the jarring disconnect between her extremely idiosyncratic character (reclusive, morbid compulsive who had a horse called ‘Nihilist’, starved herself and lived much of her adult life longing for death) and her banal posthumous image (pretty lady in a big frock). It is the latter variant that appears in effigy all over Vienna, and it is in pursuit of this sanitised phantom that the crowds queue to see her apartments in the city-centre Hofburg. I could have picked this or any number of other Viennese locations associated with the empress, but in the Hermesvilla we have an early insight into the private, tragic, flat-out weird Sissi that is infinitely more compelling.

The tragedy, it is important to point out, was real. It is difficult to imagine a more appalling fate than losing a child to suicide, but as well as this Sissi endured the death of another child in infancy and the early loss of two sisters, and the mysterious demise of her beloved cousin Ludwig. Wrenched from her idyllic Bavarian childhood and brought to Vienna on marrying Emperor Franz Joseph at just 16, her children taken away from her as soon as they were born, she grew to hate the court and put as much distance between it and herself as possible. The Hermesvilla, lying in sylvan solitude amid a former Habsburg hunting ground just outside Vienna, was a gift from Franz Joseph to Sissi, but also an attempt to lure her home. The imperial pair first stayed in the villa in 1887, thereafter Sissi generally spent the late spring of each year here.

Please enjoy the panoramic view of Vienna

Once you arrive at the extensive grounds of the Lainzer Tiergarten, as it is now known, you still have a way to go (so far from public transport! It’s like they weren’t even thinking about the resale value). We detour via a promised hill-top view over Vienna but today it is veiled in autumn mists. They have drifted away by the time we approach the villa, and there is something magical about the way it slowly becomes visible throught the trees.

Like Sissi’s later Corfiot bolthole Achilleion, it’s a substantial residence that still adheres to a recognisably human scale. But it’s an oddly disparate structure; the side facing the U-shaped courtyard presents a stern Mitteleuropa countenance, while the garden facade is adorned with filigree wrought-iron lace; in parts it could almost be an overblown colonial-era Australian house, until the dominant gene reasserts itself, in the form of an out-sized protuberance jutting from one side like the jaw of one of Franz Joseph’s Habsburg forebears.

Inside the interiors reflect a range of late 19th-century design ideals. Some spaces, such as the elegant main staircase, are relatively restrained, although it is never entirely clear how much they reflect original circumstances. A medley of historicist approaches distinguish other parts of the house, most cohesively in Sissi’s private gym with its Pompeiian-style murals, most regrettably in some maladroit ceiling paintings.

I mean, it’s not exactly Tiepolo, is it?

Sissi’s bed chamber, meanwhile, is an overwrought, nightmare-ish melange of competing motifs and materials, Mannerist in its unsettling disproportion. Murals speak of the empress’s identification with Shakespeare’s Titania while the bed, with its funereal baldachin, isn’t even the creepiest thing in the room. That would be the shrouded figure in the corner, which Sissi commissioned to mark the death of her son. Imagine brushing up against that as you get up to pee in the middle of the night; ill met by moonlight indeed.

More morbid mementoes await; Sissi’s cousin Ludwig appears in a formal portrait, but also in a pastel of the dead king laid out in state. Even by the standards of an era that offered us mourning jewellery and photographic portraits of mothers who had died in childbirth, the scent of mortal doom hangs heavy in what is supposed to be a leafy getaway.

But the garden outside is still full of life so we exit via the gift shop, leaving with a rubber ducky Sissi and a copy of Michaela Lindinger’s book Sonderlinge, Außenseiter, Femmes Fatales: Das “Andere” Wien 1900 (“Eccentrics, Outsiders, Femmes Fatales: The “Other” Vienna around 1900″), a book that is so intensely me I can’t believe I haven’t come across it before. It also offers some valuable pointers to our Viennese digressions to come. For now, we set off in search of Sturm, the fresh, sweet, barely fermented harvest wine they serve in autumn here. After a visit to the faux toile gents’ we pass by Ulrike Truger’s contemporary statue showing Sissi the peek-a-boo solipsist with a fan in front of her face and head for a Heurigen.

Further reading
Sissi & Romy
A Casati family tree
Dress-down Friday: Sissi
Thin white archduke
Rex Luna
Phantom of the empire

The 12-step Sissi lifestyle plan
Sissi on horseback
Places: Miramare
Circles: Ludwig II/Sissi
Places: Sissi and Fanny’s Corfu


  1. David Van Virden

    A hilarious and fascinating exploration of Sisi’s spring hideaway. If you ever expand your repertoire into musical performance, “The Faux Toile Gents’” absolutely must be your band name (put Sisi Duck on your album cover?). I live for your posts. If you haven’t already, and can get your hands on a copy of Princess Eleonora Fugger von Babenhausen’s (Nora Fugger’s) autobiography “The Glory of the Habsburgs”, Sisi appears from time to time. It’s an insane recollection of late 19thC Habsburg court life and the ludicrously exacting etiquette required that leads one to wonder why Austria didn’t produce far more Sisis and Ludwigs among the aristocracy. Thank you for your erudition, your subjects, the photos, and for keeping it weird this past decade!

  2. Jack Staub

    So glad you’re back!

  3. crackerneck1

    Everything David Van Virden said.Plus, I’m not sure I’ve seen interiors this hideous – considering the resources at Sisi’s disposal. And the talent, presumably. The image of the faux toile men’s room broke up the gloom – the rubber ducky shattered it completely. I’m already creating enzymes for your Vienna series! Keep ’em coming!

  4. Weiterboy

    As always, James, a fantastic post. The Hermesvilla is mostly hideous, to our eyes, but to be honest, even Marie Valerie writes that neither she nor her family cared much for the decor. As for Elisabeth, it was all about the location – in Vienna but completely isolated from prying eyes. And after the Hermesvilla’s completion, she didn’t get to stay there so much, being always on the road, so to speak. A booklet with historical photos (now a bit of a rarity) shows the house crammed with objects and plants to the maximum. No wonder she preferred to stay in hotels…

  5. Weiterboy

    Oh and I forgot to tell you – there’s a new and well-documented French biography of Jacques Adelsward-Fersen by Viveka Adelsward and published by Seguier. Completely different topic but I know it might interest you. Greetings from Berlin Mitte!

    • Thanks for the tip! My French is rubbish these days but I’m sure this would be a fascinating read. Jamie James is very even-handed about Fersen in his book about Capri, and takes him more seriously than most other things I have read about him.

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  7. Wow. Wonderful photos and great post!

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