I like beautiful things.
Spaces. Furniture. Fabrics. Colours. Materials.
Not because they are expensive.
Or perfect.
Because someone cared enough to think about them.
Beauty does not need to shout.
Actually, I prefer it when it does not.
A room you want to stay in.
A material you want to touch.
Light that makes you feel good.
A colour that does not shout.
Often, you cannot quite say why something feels right.
You just know:
It’s right.
Beauty is not decoration.
More does not automatically mean better.
Not more colour.
Not more furniture.
Certainly not more design.
Sometimes the most important decision is to leave something out.
So the right things have room.
Spaces tell stories.
About people.
And about businesses.
How am I welcomed?
How does it feel?
Could this be anywhere?
Or does this place have something to do with the people who work here?
That does not take luxury.
Just attention.
Not just spaces.
Packaging.
A product.
A presentation.
A website.
A form.
Someone designed all of it at some point.
Well or badly.
Deliberately or as an afterthought.
Not designing is a decision too.
Usually not a particularly good one.
Of course it has to work.
A chair you cannot sit on is not a good chair.
A beautiful website where I cannot find anything is not a good website.
But why should we have to choose between beauty and function?
I am interested in things that do both.
That work.
And that you enjoy being around.
To me, beauty is not a luxury.
And certainly not something you quickly add at the end.
It shows that someone paid attention.
That details mattered.
That the person using it was considered.
Perhaps beauty is not so superficial after all.
Perhaps beauty
is simply a form
of attention.