The brief asked for a home for a friend who collects midcentury and vintage — furniture, art, records — which is the best and most dangerous kind of client: someone with real taste and strong opinions. The move was to keep the envelope almost silent. Walls, joinery, and ceiling all sit in the same warm off-white, cabinetry running floor to ceiling until it stops reading as storage and starts reading as architecture: the bed tucks into it, the wardrobes disappear into it. All of which is a setup, really, for the things that matter: a gallery wall of abstract works hung salon-style, a low vintage console holding the turntable, and one oxblood-red coffee table that turns up twice, like a recurring character. The palette does the quiet; the collection does the talking.
