Terracotta House
Where roots become home
This is a personal story.
When I arrived in Eindhoven, I brought with me what every expat carries: a language, a way of seeing, and a longing for something familiar. My home became the first project I designed for myself. Not to show. To belong.
The kitchen was the heart of the home.
For years, kitchens had been relegated to service areas. Functional, efficient, and separate from life. I wanted the opposite: a space where cooking is pleasure, where friends gather while something simmers on the stove, where the table expands to welcome people.
The central island was designed with removable drawers, transforming into a high table for ten seats. A kitchen that becomes a meeting place. A space built around the act of being together.
The materials tell the story of two places held in one space.
Apulian stone recalls the white landscapes of Puglia, the olive trees, the warmth of the south.
Raw maple wood, finished with oil, speaks of a conscious choice: quality over quantity, natural over artificial.Terracotta echoes the Mediterranean tradition and the red bricks of Dutch houses.
Two worlds, one home.
The colour came last, and said everything.
Warm, earthy, rooted.
A shade that connects the Italian south to the northern light of Eindhoven. Not a style.
A memory made visible.
This house is also my studio.
The place where I meet clients, think through projects, and understand what it means to help someone feel at home.
Everything I do begins here.
