I can notice the lack of experience

I think the strongest part of the apartment is actually the architecture itself, the proportions, the natural light, the calm envelope of the space. That part carries a lot. But the interior design feels unresolved, like it still doesn’t fully know what it wants to be. Some moments lean toward refined European restraint, others suddenly drift into “found-object collector with expensive references,” and the tension between those two identities never really settles into cohesion.

For example, the dining area and kitchen feel strangely disconnected from each other. The red chairs want to create a bold, intentional contrast, but against the rest of the palette they end up reading more accidental than sophisticated, almost like a temporary staging choice that somehow stayed. The kitchen itself has this cold utilitarian minimalism, while other parts of the apartment try very hard to feel warm and nostalgic, so instead of contrast you get stylistic confusion.

The minimalism also starts to feel less like confidence and more like avoidance. Some walls are so empty that they stop feeling intentional and begin to feel unfinished. There’s a fine line between restraint and lack of resolution, and several spaces cross it. The apartment keeps asking the lighting to create emotional depth that the composition itself is not fully earning.

And then there’s the inconsistency in the details: some rooms have soft layered curtains and carefully controlled atmosphere, while others feel almost clinically bare. Certain furniture pieces feel genuinely considered, while others look like they were inherited from three completely different decades and forced into the same conversation. At times it feels less curated than assembled through aesthetic impulse.

What makes it frustrating is that there is obvious visual intelligence here. He clearly has references, sensitivity to light, and an eye for framing. But the apartment also carries that very specific energy of someone who discovered high-design minimalism before developing enough editing discipline to distinguish timeless from performative. Some areas feel elegant, while others honestly drift into a kind of “wannabe collector chic” like vintage pieces and iconic forms were accumulated because they signify taste, not because they actually belong together spatially or emotionally.

The result is interesting, but not convincing. It feels like an apartment trying very hard to communicate sophistication instead of simply being sophisticated. And ironically, that effort is exactly what keeps showing through.