Sometimes, when I walk through a space quietly, I like to think about what kind of music would be ideal to accompany the qualities of what I am seeing at the moment. Perhaps what would win by far would be rock, in many of its variants, even heavy metal. But there have also been occasions for blues, reggaeton, rumba, electronic music, and so on.
I have rarely thought that classical music would be the ideal complement to a home. Perhaps it is its elegance, its simplicity in quality? The clear, diaphanous spaces that bring tranquillity? It is clear that the façade takes us back to a bygone era, with the modernist masters in front of us, where the details that were worked by hand brought a lot of richness? Surely it must be a bit of everything, and also because it is one of my favourite works, Bach's Suite n. 1 for cello keeps playing in my head, which runs through the fantastic Santos kitchen and the hydraulic mosaics, runs along the mouldings of the custom-made furniture, slides across the parquet floor and goes out onto the terrace, imposing itself even in the most thrash metal corner of the city.
