The Designer
Where nursing taught me to listen, and London taught me to be bold.

I grew up in Syria surrounded by pattern, colour, and texture. The hand-painted tiles, carved stone, and latticed screens casting geometric light across the floor. I didn’t know it was design; it was simply home. This same appreciation deepened watching my mother, an exceptionally talented tailor. Her masterful work with textiles and fabrics filled our home with creativity, inspiring my passion for luxury interiors and exquisite design taste.
I trained as a nurse, and I loved it. I still carry that work with me every day. Nursing teaches you something no design course can: how to truly listen. How to read what someone needs before they’ve fully articulated it. How to create calm in the middle of chaos. How to make a person feel seen. Those instincts don’t leave you. They shape everything I do now.
Nursing taught me to listen. London taught me to be bold. Now I design homes that feel like the best version of the people who live in them.
Interiors were always my parallel life. I’d redesign friends’ living rooms on weekends. I’d spend lunch breaks sketching layouts on the back of handover sheets. My time in luxury fine jewellery and fashion retail deepened my love for the craft of luxury. The weight of beautiful materials, the care in presentation, the understanding that true quality is felt before it’s seen. Every home I visited, every hotel lobby, every restaurant. I was studying. Taking mental notes. Building a library of what makes a space not just beautiful, but alive.
Travelling has deepened that library enormously. Across Europe, the Middle East, and Asia, I’ve seen how profoundly culture, faith, and tradition shape the way people live at home. The serene minimalism of a Japanese interior. The exuberant pattern and colour of a Moroccan riad. The grand, layered warmth of a Viennese salon. Every culture has its own understanding of comfort, beauty, and belonging. And I’ve found something to admire in all of them. That appreciation runs through my work. I don’t believe in a single “right” style. I believe in homes that reflect the full richness of who you are and where you’ve been.
For years, people told me I should do this properly. Friends whose homes I’d transformed. Colleagues who’d watched me light up talking about a new fabric I’d found. Eventually, I listened.
This studio is the meeting point of everything I am: the Syrian boy who understood that tiles could tell a story, the nurse who learned that care is in the details, the man who found his voice in London and decided to use it boldly. I design homes that feel like the best version of the people who live in them. Warm, layered, confident, and unapologetically rich in character.
My work is inspired by the theatricality of London’s most beautiful spaces. The deep greens and burnished golds of The Ivy, the intimacy of a well-lit cocktail bar, the quiet drama of a room that makes you catch your breath when you walk in. I bring that feeling home. Your home.
If you’re ready for something bolder than beige, I’d love to hear from you.
Luxury, to me, is not excess.
It is depth. It is proportion. It is permanence.
Arches are not trends. Stone is not surface. Light is not incidental. Every element carries intention. I design houses that endure.
Tell me about your home and what you want to change. The first conversation is free.