I have always been slightly suspicious of minimalism. Not in theory, because in theory it’s lovely; all that uncluttered space and a clean canvas on which to start every day! In practice, however, and in homes, with actual people living actual lives, I have seen it fail spectacularly, again and again. In homes where the goal is a serene, edited interior and the reality; three kids, a dog, and a decade or more of accumulated life, minimalism might win the photograph at the beginning of the race, but it rarely wins the long game.
Maximalism, meanwhile, courses through my DNA. I understand its pull completely: the layered textiles, the walls dense with art and memory, the sense that a room can hold a whole life story and more if you let it, appeals. But, with 20 years of delivering luxury residences for our valued clients, I’m also aware of maximalism’s excesses to know its pitfalls too; if curation doesn’t form part of the lifestyles of the families living within. There’s the clutter that tips into chaos, the “collection” that becomes a heavy weight and the room so full it can no longer breathe.
Which is how, without quite naming it, our studio landed somewhere in between before it was given a name. We know now that the word for it is: Midimalism.