From Cement Dust to Sacred Spaces:

I was born into architecture. My earliest memories are drenched in the scent of lime and cement, clinging to my father’s clothes as he took me through construction sites in Buenos Aires. He was a builder in the truest sense—designing and constructing with his own hands, shaping apartments one brick at a time with a small team. That intimacy with materials and process was my first education, long before I stepped into a university.

I began my career captivated by form and spectacle. Residential luxury homes, hotels, and restaurants gave me a palette to explore grand aesthetics and visual precision. But somewhere along the line, my work—and my life—took a turn. Exposure to drawing, poetry, and spiritual practices like meditation and ayahuasca introduced a new language, one not of surfaces but of sensations. Architecture began to feel less like a profession and more like a question: how do we inhabit space meaningfully?

Buenos Aires, with its layered identity of European heritage and Latin American roots, became my reference point. The city embodies contrast and coexistence, sophistication and earthiness. That duality started to reflect in my design. I wanted to understand not only how buildings stood, but how they held life, how they could embrace silence, rhythm, ritual.

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