A Sea Point apartment, finished in five days
A two-bedroom apartment off Beach Road. The owners had moved in three months earlier and were still living among unstyled furniture. We spent a week, end to end.
Walking through the apartment on the first morning, the bones were quietly excellent. Original parquet floors. Tall ceilings. Sea light pouring in from the south-facing balcony.
The problem was that everything had been placed, not composed. The new sofa was three centimetres off the natural axis of the room — enough that the whole space felt slightly tense without the owners knowing why. The bedside lamps were the wrong temperature. The kitchen counter was busy with twelve objects that wanted to be three.
Five working days. A small budget for new lighting, a single curated throw, and one piece of art. Everything else was already in the apartment — we just gave it a home.
We'd been living in the apartment for three months and it still felt like we'd just moved in. Five days later it felt like our home. I don't know how else to describe it.
The gallery