I like to call my interiors, aesthetic syllogisms. That first impression, in a space created by me, is actually a logical inference of the senses. Decorative elements are successive contrasting and than again converging, sometimes only through subtle details in fabric, pattern, color, shape, proportions, leading thus, towards a coherent and harmonious message.
The most inviting homes are those built over time, encompassing practical and aesthetic preferences, memories, gifts, inheritances, fads, guilty pleasures and personal belongings of the residents. A home is never perfectly color coordinated, and never sterile and never perfectly symmetric or forever new. Even if it was at the beginning. But back then it was not a home, yet. I like to leave behind a home. From the very beginning. Not just a furnished house. An urban nest, not an apartment. And by no means a showroom replicated inside four walls. I wish to tell the story of those who will live there. I like wood, I like antiques or just junk, I like retro, I love vintage but I like all of it just as much as contemporary design and functionality.