Decor

I remember standing in a sun-drenched studio in Florence years ago, surrounded by scraps of silk and ancient stone, watching an old artisan lay out a hand-woven textile. He didn't…

I remember standing in a sun-drenched studio in Florence, listening to a Miles Davis record, when I realized that even the most exquisite velvet drapery means nothing if the floor…

I remember sitting on the floor of a sun-drenched atelier in Florence, surrounded by scraps of silk and hand-woven wool, listening to the rhythmic, soulful brass of a Miles Davis…

I remember sitting on the floor of a dusty, sun-drenched atelier in Florence during my early twenties, surrounded by scraps of silk and woven wool, feeling completely overwhelmed by the…