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The harsh overhead light—the kind that flattens every corner and washes out every portrait—was the first thing to go. We let the ceiling fall dark and painted with light instead: warm, low beams passed through simple cut-out shapes, pooling on the wall, drifting across the floor and the edge of the sofa. Plain white walls suddenly had texture, and stepping into that glow felt like walking onto a film set. The trick is never more furniture—it's giving the light a shape, and letting the subject stand inside it.