“It is the fact that we notice them that places objects in a room, our routine again taking them away and making space for us.”
Marcel Proust
Memory and imperfection, warmness and freedom of living spaces in a personal, original way. An old farmstead of the XIIVth century, meticulously refurbished and in part interpreted with bizarre solutions, well-played through the use of styles and functions. Or a craft workshop where, from an almost abandoned piece, a memory may arise: a precious object thoroughly kept safe with all its wear and tear and its special story.