Why this place had to exist?

This began as a refusal — to rush, to overdecorate, to pretend that comfort is luxury and silence is emptiness. We believed comfort should be precise, not excessive. That good sleep is not indulgence. That shared spaces don’t need constant supervision to work — just trust.

Our private rooms are simple on purpose.
Clean lines. Real beds. Air that doesn’t fight your lungs.
Lighting you control. Noise that stays outside.
A place where your body can stand down for the night.

The bathrooms are shared but never chaotic.
The common areas are open but never forced.

And then there’s the art space.

We opened it for free — no rental, no commission — because creativity dies fastest when it’s measured too early. This is a space for free-spirit artists, unfinished ideas, work that doesn’t want to justify itself. Art comes in, stays for a while, leaves traces. Just like the people.

We don’t curate meaning.
We don’t own expression.
We simply keep the lights on.