Objects of Affection: A Look Into My Sacred Space

Step into my home, and you’ll feel it instantly: a space layered with intention, where every furniture piece and object tells a story of my style, my energy, my way of seeing the world.

A 1950s record console, its surface adorned with found books on Japanese culture, trinket dishes of crystals and palo santo, and an antique vase overflowing with picked flowers from my garden.

An oil painting of florals hangs on the wall in my bedroom, hand-carried all the way from Provence—a whisper of another place and time. The rest of the house is adorned with works by artists spanning centuries, each a tribute to the female form—my favorite subject in art, the eternal muse. A mid-century hutch stands in the dining room, brimming with a lifetime’s collection of specialty dishware and glassware, each piece chosen not just for its beauty but for the way it made me feel.

And then, there are the bones of the home itself—the ones I fell in love with instantly. The original hardwood floors, creaking ever so slightly under the pep in my step. The vintage built-in cabinetry throughout, still bearing its mid-century charm. The pièce de résistance: my bathroom’s all-original 1950s green tile, a lush shade that feels impossibly chic, impossibly now.

Every object in my home is an object of affection, imbued with meaning, memory, and a sense of place. Naturally, expanding my vintage studio, Nou, into the home category was the next step—an extension of my own curated life. What once felt like a leap became one of my most authentic endeavors, even earning me my first dreamy Vogue highlight.

Bringing this philosophy into Nou was an invitation to share the beauty of the collected and the storied… plus, I can only fit so much into this two-bedroom abode. Consider this expansion my gift to you—what my refined eye (and insatiable shopping habit) uncovers, you now get to enjoy. Shop the Objects of Affection collection here.

Photography by Lindsay Molk