urban living spaces
There is a specific quality to the light, as it refracts on the sand
early in the day, before human footsteps imprint themselves onto
the beach. Come to stand at the water’s edge, close your eyes and fill
your lungs with the fresh morning air; it’s dawn, and the only sounds
you can hear are the rustling of long weeds, dry wheat on its stems,
gently swaying – in the distance, perhaps, a lone seagull calling.
Stand in the middle of this space and feel the sea breeze, softly blowing
through the doors of our imaginary beach house, which are left ajar to
invite in the new. These rooms are quietly tropical: summer curls at the
ankles of each woven chair, ruffling up the leaves of the palm trees. It is
a space gently indented with the markings of nature, bearing the signs
of early summer, of a busy living pace that is finally relenting. There is
plenty of time to rest here, draped across an ochre cushion, or on the
white sandbanks of the sofa, or stretched out on the wide bed, limbs
tender with sea salt, in the growing heat of the day.
CLOSE YOUR
EYES AND
FILL YOUR
LUNGS WITH
THE FRESH
MORNING
AIR
