The romantic side of the wall

Since I’m little , this is pretty much the surrounding of my life . my parents were Antique dealers and I thing I have rarely saw a ‘tableau ‘ hanged on a wall properly , but piling against the wall .every peace of furniture was a part of the stock included my bed , my second third fourth ….. bed , my desk ,anything was coming from “demeurs” living with us for some time a gone again .

For me all this stuff never really represent a “faire valoir” for a house owner , it has never been a external sign of wealth . in contrary . and until now ,even with that type of career that I embraced with true joy , it still not so important to be so tidy , neat , matching every single stuff  ,perfectly in order , I love dust , I love to see a king’s socks up side down , painting peeling  on stuccos , old trace of a tableau on a faded damask , books piling were it should ‘nt ,muddy riding boots on Aubusson carpet  . I know my client will be horrified if they read that. But the most important of all , my home is for me not for a Photoshop of me .