Curation seems easy—until I gather a mix of art pieces, sketches, printed or digital photographs, songs, poems, products I love, or even ingredients for a last-minute cake—and try to make them belong together, to make them make sense. But once everything finds its place—once I’ve arranged and rearranged until it feels cohesive—I notice something: I’m back to myself.
Everything settles into its perfect place, and so do my mind and soul. The right color, the travel playlist, the favorite product, the ideal corner for that vase or lamp—it brings order. It slows us down. It teaches us timelessness.
And my timelessness begins and ends with the things that I, like a magpie, have collected from places and moments that have felt like home. These things are not just things. They are my personal Magpie Collections.
Made to Last: Eighteenth and Nineteenth Century Chairs
Can the contemporary carry the elegance of the timeless past? Only if — not a conditional, but a factual term — it can respond with integrity to its predecessors. Some of my earliest memories of chairs are tied to three things: being caught in one, nearly smashing my head against a wall, and the heaviness…
HOME
We’re often on the move — especially in the past six years — so home hasn’t been a stationary place for us. We haven’t had much of a chance to grow roots. Moving from one place to another made us a bit reserved when it comes to investing in a lot of things, especially furniture,…
ZEBRAS AND MAGPIES 