Tucked behind the stone walls of the Bastille, this house had lived its first life under Kenzo Takada. When we arrived, thirty years had already done their work—settling the rooms into a particular quiet, layering history into every surface. The brief asked not for reinvention, but for renewal: to remodel where the house had grown tired, and step back where time had already done enough.
The six bedrooms and bathrooms were worked through carefully, each space treated on its own terms. Some areas were opened and refreshed; others were left largely as found, their original character preserved rather than overwritten. What remains is a house that feels inhabited rather than designed—one that carries its history forward without being defined by it.
