A chic gallery space disguised as an apartment
An apartment populated by conversation pieces
This newly renovated loft apartment is a picture of an endearingly subdued panache—like Holly Golightly, without the naiveté. Upon entering the indistinct door at the end of the hall of the 30th floor, I see a generous covering of stark white wood panel walls and a 180-degree display of the Makati Central Business District. Welcoming me is a scattering of Fornasetti, arranged as if the owner started collecting them in heaps then got tired of it when everyone started doing the same. I look to my left and on the wall hangs a vignette of art meant to make an impression, so I indulge and count clockwise: Neal Oshima, MM Yu, is that a Salvador Dali? (yes, it is.) And… a photograph of a crystal so square and deliberate it could actually be an Instagram shot. “It is an Instagram shot,” she corrects me nonchalantly. “I took it and had it framed. My friends didn’t think I was serious.” It’s a snarky message to the first-time visitor: I can afford great art, but I don’t need to take it so seriously.
It is the exquisite bachelorette pad of an exsociety girl turned all-grown-up-no-nonsense woman—but, you know, still rich. The floors, formerly parquet, were stripped to concrete. The living room is anchored by Kenneth Cobonpue’s Kaja table. “Cobonpue should put linings so the plant pots can be taken out,” she says. Sitting on its stonecast are Kelly Wearstler ashtrays and antique silvers, and a coral sculpture from fine furniture maker Arden Classic in Cebu. The couch, accented with Jim Thompson pillows, is custom, designed by the owner herself. She expresses regret over choosing white. “It’s gonna be a problem,” she says. Since the renovation, no