The owner sent a photo late at night: dusk light filtering through sheer curtains, warming the deep walnut-clad wall. Two straw-marquetry sliding doors stood partially open, revealing the metallic frame of a B&O television. His message read: “When the doors part, it feels like opening a hardcover book—the TV is the illustration, the bookshelves provide the footnotes.”

He’d requested a living room where “the TV vanishes when not in use.” Our solution was a camouflaged television wall. When closed, the geometric straw marquetry glimmers like constellations against the dark wood, seamlessly blending with flanking bookshelves. Upon activation, the doors glide soundlessly to reveal the screen—a graceful dance where technology and craftsmanship perform a quiet ritual.

The straw marquetry was the owner’s non-negotiable tribute to Jean-Michel Frank. The 1930s Parisian design icon redefined “luxury in austerity” through raw materials. We revived his signature motif: each straw strand dyed, split, and hand-inlaid to catch honeyed light. “True luxury,” as Frank believed, “lets materials speak.”

Behind the bed, six precisely gridded silk-upholstered panels form a backdrop. Four celadon-green ceramic bowls appear to float like water lilies—poetry contained within order. Curved walls embrace dual oval nightstands, flanked by asymmetrical lighting: a pendant lamp hangs like a morning star on the right, while a full-moon table lamp glows softly on the left. A touch of whimsy whispers: who says rituals can’t play?

The owner’s obsession with pure-white bedding frames the walnut wall like a canvas of night. At dawn, sunlight skims the silk panels, igniting the ceramic bowls’ glaze, as the pendant lamp casts dancing silhouettes on pillows. “Waking up to light’s kiss,” he calls it—a hotel-worthy indulgence where every ray has its own script.

Amidst walnut and amber tones, the four jade-green bowls breathe life into the space. Velvet’s opulence, ceramic’s handcrafted texture, and wood’s solemnity intertwine—all tempered by snow-white linens. Zero excess; only centimeter-perfect curved seams and the velvety touch of walls after lights fade.