Spaces I Remember #5 Hannam-dong, A Man's Playground
Spaces I Remember #5 — Quiet Property Spaces I Remember · No. 5 This is one of those spaces that stayed with me — not for its scale, but for its singularity. A playground built by a successful man entirely for himself. For solitude, for thought, for evenings with a handful of trusted friends. A cave, in the best possible sense. Teal-green walls and ceiling, bottles of whisky and liqueur stacked almost to the top, shelves dense with objects — ceramics, curiosities, things brought back from places far away. This wasn't a decorated space. It was an accumulated one. Everything here had been drawn in over time, each piece carrying a fragment of its owner's life. At the center, a large, low white table. Not for meetings. Not for meals. Simply for staying. Light fell at an angle through an arched window. A carpet silenced every footstep. Bubble lamps glowed quietly on either side. The outside world felt slightly out of reach — which ...