FYC ARCHITECTS, SNAKES & LADDERS PROJECTS
Walking through the Victorian cottage, past the pressed tin and narrow hallways, the extension opens at the back almost without warning. A courtyard casts light through the centre of the plan, and the home office sits beside it, looking out through glass at a Japanese maple below. You'd know the seasons from that desk: golden leaves in autumn, bare branches in winter, the first green flush of spring. The kind of place where you'd lose entire mornings.
The powder room stops you. Maroon paint to the ceiling, terrazzo underfoot. In the kitchen, a marble benchtop runs the full length in one unbroken piece. Olive joinery meets pink bar stools. Warm timber, stone that feels like it's always been there.
The extension doesn't declare itself. It just picks up where the old house left off, holding space for the life being lived inside it.
