Sometimes I dream I live in a palazzo in Milan with faded frescoes on the walls and beautiful old wooden floors. There are towering windows with heavy shutters and imposing fireplaces to keep the chill at bay. Placed carefully throughout the sprawling rooms are not so much pieces of furniture but furniture as art. I dream I can live in minimal luxury, immersed in restrained beauty. If my dream came to life it might just look like this private residence by … well a girl can dream can’t she?