The lights are dim, the psychedelic plants in my house of hackney wallpaper scream out to you, calling you to follow me down the rabbit hole. The heavy plantation brings the room to life, a sanctuary of purity serving a strong contradiction to the devilish details… A hint of Parisian 1920s absinthe chic meets my carefully crafted Art Nouveau hedonistic den. My cheeky small talk has thrown you off, as soon as you enter your senses are overloaded with the warm, cosy, decadent aesthetics. The naked lady on my lamp teases you in, as do the flickering devils on my exquisite Diptyque candles, the rich smells opening you up already. You’re in my layer… I know, I agree, isn’t it wonderful? You’re in another world now, I want you to come here…