The past is ever present
Of the various annexes originally intended to serve as vantage points, the family den is the most unusual. “This room is a meditative zone brimming with textures,” says Ali, gesturing toward the low-slung pitched ceilings, a gadda-style nook, and heaps of natural light gushing in through traditional bay windows.
There’s no missing the colossal 20-foot stained-glass mural that presides over the mise-en-scène like a historical artefact. The effect is grand and beautifully hypnotic, as though the neo-Gothic windows of Sagrada Família had been reincarnated, for which Ali spent more than a month and a half painstakingly experimenting with buttery yellows, fiery reds, swathes of forest green, and iridescent blues.
Layered history holds an almost sacred place in the den; Ali purposefully chipped away portions of the natural buff sandstone walls to reveal intricately patterned Mediterranean tiles underneath. 1960s Brazilian Brutalist leather chairs with brass and wood details “awaken a moody, members’ club setting.” Rustic farmhouse chandeliers swing lazily overhead.
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The décor in the master bedroom is a scrapbook of cross-cultural memories. The wrought-iron bed coexists harmoniously alongside a warm mustard-toned wall, recalling Andalusian summers of waterfront palazzos and sun-drenched coastlines. In the capacious 200 sq. ft. master bathroom, a sinewy lemon grove mural carved into a mint sandstone wall strives to take centre stage. Submerged in the hot tub, with a bewildering panorama of mountains undulating below, you could be forgiven for imagining yourself as a modern-day baron of a primordial Elysian estate. Unexpectedly, in this atmosphere of rarefied elegance, we find the black mosaic tile flooring, a darkly expressive addition to the rich honeycomb sandstone of the basin counter wall.