In the heart of Geneva, on a lively pedestrian square, a former glass
flower shop becomes a florist’s home. This architecture questions how we inhabit
transparency in a world where privacy is exposed, staged, or lost. Rather than hiding
intimacy, it choreographs it. Through mirrored glass, layered textiles, and mobile
thresholds, the inhabitant modulates visibility, never absolute, always nuanced and
shifting. Living and working intertwine. Every detail follows the florist’s rhythms:
surfaces serve multiple roles, water circulates and nourishes both body and plants,
and nothing is wasted. Even the bedroom conceals itself through light and fabric, a
sanctuary hidden behind its own mise-en-scène.
Pressed against the city, the home embraces the tension between being seen and
remaining unseen. As a house behind a shop window, it reflects a world of constant
visibility and fluid borders. Intimacy becomes an active choice. Far from celebrating
transparency, this glass house reveals the discomfort of exposure and the
impossibility of full control.