A wall to tell
I have been living in a small apartment in the heart of Berlin for about 7 years now. It is a room and a half with an eat-in kitchen. Even before the wave of the minimalism trend, I had to deal with space I had available and my propensity to buy books, vinyl, art-books, plants, and vases. I have never been a great supporter of minimalism as such, I like to live in functional environments that tell the story of the person living there in an unerring way. I like to inherit objects from my parents, whether it’s a small sculpture, a vase, or a drawing by my father. I am a great supporter of conscious buying rather than conscious buying, which is why I choose every single object carefully, considering its value, aesthetics, and functionality. I do not consider myself particularly materialistic because I have shown myself several times that I know how to give up material goods, sometimes giving them away, more rarely putting them up for sale. I don’t like to accumulate, for this reason, I have learned to let go of the objects that I no longer consider necessary in my life. My bookshop and the way I organized it, represent a lot of this style of thinking as it collects both inherited objects, books, drawings, and some ornaments. Obviously I don’t have all my books in a single wall, I have deliberately decided to arrange only those with a light or modest cover because for me it is necessary to maintain a harmonious balance in the only room where I live and sleep. The objects are almost divided into 3 groups: books (mostly my favorite Japanese novels), valuables (like a drawing and a small sculpture made by my father), prints (my analog photos in California). I periodically change the arrangement of the objects to have a different mood, but never in a drastic way. What is fundamental for me is never to fill all the spaces, because the void takes on more value when surrounded by objects.
“I am my own home”