The painter.
The designer.
The photographer.
Such refreshing rooms.
I love how low the brass lights hang in the photographer's room. I could see them slightly swinging in the wind as very relaxing, almost the perfect natural lullaby. And of course the unfinished wallpaper, as if the person suddenly became just too inspired and had to leave to capture some beautiful photographs, or, perhaps the more likely one, just got bored and a tad lazy. It's a possibility.
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