ALMA
A house you arrive at slowly.
The living room
Five metres of glass to the south. The room is lit by the sea before it is lit by anything else.
Stone, linen, olive
Local limestone underfoot, washed linen everywhere else. Nothing in the house argues with the light.
Through the doors
The doors retract fully into the wall. Inside and outside stop being separate rooms.
The terrace
Forty metres of stone terrace, shaded by a single old olive. Dinner happens here ten months a year.
Sea, pool, sunset
The infinity edge meets the water line. At seven in the evening, you cannot tell which is which.
The water's edge
The flight ends low over the pool, the sun on the sea line. This is what the house is for.
The living room
Five metres of glass to the south. The room is lit by the sea before it is lit by anything else.
Stone, linen, olive
Local limestone underfoot, washed linen everywhere else. Nothing in the house argues with the light.
Through the doors
The doors retract fully into the wall. Inside and outside stop being separate rooms.
The terrace
Forty metres of stone terrace, shaded by a single old olive. Dinner happens here ten months a year.
Sea, pool, sunset
The infinity edge meets the water line. At seven in the evening, you cannot tell which is which.
