I give thanks every morning when I saunter in .
I’ve been trying to diagnose my style — always thinking I gravitate towards maximalism, which is kinda true superficially. But maximalism often feels a little stuffy, ostentatious and you can almost hear Veblen’s ghost tsk tsk “conspicuous consumption”. It’s Manor House Meets Mausoleum. And whilst I like visiting manor houses, I couldn’t live full time in one. I like plants (tropical #msmartinique), colours (#nyonya), and something slightly brooding, I also like my space to breathe. My aesthetic has got lungs that inhale the sky and exhale into the earth. So I couldn’t possibly be maximalist, could I?