AtmosphereMatters

The road ends where an honest conversation with yourself begins. Here, on the western coast of Iceland, where the Atlantic wind pierces right through your clothes and the stainless-steel sky merges with the horizon, architecture has stopped arguing with nature. It has become its echo.

When people ask why I didn't choose one of those magnificent five-star hotels in the Val d'Orcia, my answer is simple: there was too much service and too little silence.