Curating atmosphere means perceiving a space through emotion, not aesthetic rules.
In this category, I capture the spaces that shape me: cottages with patina, tiny houses, Italian atmosphere, the quiet of old times, ranch calm, and small shelters hidden in nature.
Different eras, different styles, and still one shared essence: an atmosphere in which I feel like myself.
Late Victorian & Edwardian interiors hold something that takes me not only back in time, but almost back to an earlier version of myself.
Some periods in history managed to create something our world so visibly lacks today — a cultivated form of beauty. And some eras don’t wait to be chosen — they choose us. And this era chose me: an era in which the world dressed itself in dignity and interiors carried character rather than filters.
Italian interiors speak in a way unlike any other.
Sometimes too loudly, sometimes almost theatrically—
and yet always with a quiet, cultivated certainty
that only spaces shaped by centuries of life, craft, and memory can carry.
This was the beginning of my love for ranch style. I remember the endless hours, every single piece of free time I spent on the ranch with my beloved daughter since her early childhood.
With peace in my soul and an absolute feeling of relaxation, I would sit on the fence and watch her learn to ride.
How she learned to feel with her horse, how they learned from each other…
Some time ago, I began studying interior design. Twice. The first time, I was full of excitement. I’ve always loved spaces. I love harmonizing them, observing how elements come together, how an interior can be transformed with just a gentle touch. But something was missing. Interior design felt… too technical. Too exact.
Too focused. Too precise. And I needed something else. Something softer. Something quieter. Not less professional – just more felt…
In my home, there’s a quiet conversation – a dialogue between me and the things I touch every day (well, unless I’m talking to Gioia and Blue, who always have plenty to say).
The curve of a ceramic mug in my hands, the softness of a wool throw draped over the back of a chair – the one I always pull with me to the terrace in the evenings – the gentle fur rug by the bed, where my bare feet sink every morning, bringing an instant smile to my face…
My workspace has become my little world.
A place where projects begin, where ideas take shape, where I write blog posts, and where new dreams are imagined.
And that’s why I believe loving your workspace matters.
Because every day starts there – and every day you leave a piece of yourself in it…