Where others saw an awkward facade, a setback building line that made it look like a narrow corner house, we saw a nine metre wide home with light pouring into generous rooms through walls of windows. Where others saw wasted space, we saw a theatrical entrance hall with a mezzanine and a glass dome that filled the entire staircase with sky. Where others saw separate rooms cut off from each other, we saw spaces that could offer something rare in a family home. Privacy. Breathing room. A place to retreat to within your own house.

The layout was untouched. Exactly as the architect had designed it in 1952. Modernist bones with art deco details, the original light cornices still in place, still doing exactly what they were designed to do.

That was the moment I understood something I have carried ever since. Some spaces are simply waiting to be rescued. Waiting to become the best version of what they were always meant to be.
We also built the Studio Penelope Guest Suite on the ground floor.
This is where Studio Penelope began. Where our own design language took shape and we learned to understand what a space truly needs.