One of Isabelle’s choices was to create a white box, from wall to ceiling, to reinforce the feeling of space. A kind of jewel box where the eye is not stopped by any structural obstacle. To vamp things up, she adds pops of color, with red trinkets here, a yellow Paulin armchair there… Most of these nuggets were found on the street. I’ve been hunting for a very long time. I’m quite obsessed with eras from the 50s to the 70s. It’s an addiction you quickly feel when you enter her home… Wanna come in and see?


