When I think about Parisian apartments, period charm immediately comes to mind. A kind of grandeur so foreign to that of which I am accustomed to. Exteriors boasting importance and abundance and ostentatious prowess. Interiors full of character and cloaked with palatial constructions. So dissimilar to the suburban brick veneers of the 1960’s and 70’s that trail Australian streets. Not that I don’t have an appreciation for those retro clad abodes, but there’s something utterly enthralling about such contrasting bewitchment.
The apartment of interior designers Charlotte de Tonnac and Hugo Sauzay, is tantamount to my Parisian dreaming. Parquetry flooring, elongated mullion windows and doors and white walls adorned in aged moulding and cornices. Not to forget the enviable accessory collection consisting of desirable titled books and framed photography. A triumphant mix of fluid and denseness, wood and hardware, mature and bygone.
|via the socialite family + (my) unfinished room|