A Sivrihisar kilim in a 6th arrondissement hallway, facing a 17th-century portrait. This wasn't an intentional effect; the apartment itself dictated it. The black and white checkered floor, the whitewashed beams, the antique painting: the kilim fits in seamlessly. Its deep reds and dense geometric motifs, hand-woven in central Anatolia, respond to the portrait with the same quiet gravity. You don't invent such encounters.
