Imagine this: an iceberg shaped welcome desk. Not far from it is A chandelier caught in a rave seems to have come from a fantasy book. This is another Tuesday for Studiogascoigne—not a fever dream.

They design not spaces but rather They set up interactions among components. They argue occasionally. There are occasions when they flirt. Steel makes a silky pass. Concrete blocks polished brass from casting shadow. Though in anarchy, it is rhythmic. Like jazz but for your eyes.

Here there are not safe options. Not one IKEA clone or off-white wall. Rather, you will wander a room and feel as though you have entered another person’s dream. Not a very beautiful one. clear one. The type you wake up remembering and cannot quite articulate.

They do not follow fashion trends. They curving them. Photograph them. Throw them sometimes into a blender. Imagine your grandmother would be confused by furnishings in an office designed like modern art and lights. Still, all of it fits somehow. You laugh anyhow even though it’s like a joke devoid of buildup.

Studio Gascoigne has a natural disruptive quality. Not in line with the tech bro concept. We are not sorry; we rebuilt this whole ceiling with kinetic panels. Risk isn’t anything to consider just now. It cooked in like delicious marinara garlic.

Still, the craziness is calculated. It’s like observing a physicist-minded magician. The space works even if the drape is velvet and the chair resembles a disassembled fish. You settle in. You relocate. The light falls exactly as needed. Apart from what is expected of you, nothing comes in your path.

Their color selections are not whispering. Wearing sequines, they yell across the room. You will witness sloppily green slapped next to blazing orange and wonder, “That shouldn’t work.” It does, however. Like dipping fries in ice cream—wrong, but so, right.

Usually showing up with Pinterest boards, clients depart with therapy. Whatever their expectations, it is thrown out the window. They get sharper. Stranger is the title. More live. One in which one senses a pulse.

And with regard to the signage? Oh, not even start at all. Consider fonts that scream. twisted forms. Signs that double as sculpture, or perhaps trip you if you’re not paying close attention. All of it is included in the dance.

This studio is not ornamentally beautiful. It disturbs, attracts, provokes, then silently laughs as you gaze. StudioGascoigne does not create a sense of security. It awakens you to feel something greater.