Every object in this room has a resonance. The Zeki Müren carpet from Istanbul came first — the starting point everything else had to answer to. The pink glass mirror from India, the ikat, the carved coffee table, the ranunculus that I happened upon at the market on a Tuesday. And then the “Low Ceiling” sign — a custom piece I originally made for a client’s Turkish-inspired den, I painted by hand, kept because it still makes me laugh and because it says something true about how I work. Serious knowledge and genuine wit aren’t opposites; in a room that’s really working, they’re the same thing.