I remember coming home from a day spent playing with my friend Mona and the living room was oriental blue.  It was yellow when I had left.  My mom has always had a fearless relationship with paint.  It was innocuous white paint that incited heart palpitations and an impressive tirade from my otherwise quiet, old world Italian grandfather Nono, a mason by trade.  She had rather impulsively applied said white paint to the stone facade of our family room fireplace.  And as if that was not gutsy enough, she proceeded to suspend an antique, wood, carousel horse from the ceiling above the fireplace.  Striking, against the newly whitewashed backdrop as I think back on it today.  However, as most children do, I vastly underappreciated my mother’s gifts and her creative genius. So I suppose you could say that was where it all began.  At home.  Where most things begin.

My mother was daring when it came to design.  She still is.  Not much stays stagnate in her abode and her instincts, while sometimes unorthodox are consistently good.  I can only recall one big miss.  The 70’s era basement with the requisite paneling, predominate gold, brown and orange color pallet that she attempted to “update” in the very current style of the moment; “1980’s Santa Fe Chic.” Unfortunately the entire lower level turned out very, very pink.  We still laugh about it today.  But as she has taught me, “it’s only paint.”

While it would be reasonable to assume she encouraged me to pursue design as a profession, you would be mistaken.  My mom wanted me to be a Navy pilot when I grew up.  Go figure.  I wanted to be a lawyer.  I ended up in politics without a law degree and eventually found my way to what I love…design.  For well over a decade now I have been practicing the art of residential design.

Through this practice I have come to recognize and have a deep appreciation for my gift of vision.  When I walk into a space, I see the way it could be, the way it should be, to better serve its inhabitants and respect the property itself.  If you listen, the house usually has a way of revealing itself to you.

Designing and implementing an inspired vision is the essence of my work.

Over the years I have created a sizable list of design tenets.  While I would love to pontificate on them, the single  most important element of good design is that it evoke a feeling.  Your home should feel good.  It should be a welcome respite from the rest of the world.  The highest compliment I have ever been paid is when someone walks into one of my spaces and says how it makes them feel.  But please, I implore you, do not put a front facing window in a closet.

Thank you for your interest. I appreciate it.