Me, Sergio Marta and Luca live in Rome, we are friends, we have lived wonderful years, raised our children as brothers, we love each other.

We decide to realize something, to put together our enthusiasm to recover a trullo of the 1800s in Puglia in a contrada of Castellana Grotte. Marta will be our architect, she will think of the right environments to welcome our friends, to have our infamous parties full of food, to entertain our children. The project becomes even bigger and diversifies, Sergio and I go back to Puglia to put all the effort possible…

It happened some time ago… and today? We’re almost on our way…

We chose the trulli after careful selection. At first we were looking for something different, but as often happens, when you fall in love, what you thought was important stops being and it is the details that make the difference, to make the place of the heart special!
In our case it was the unusual composition of the building that made the difference, the countryside still untouched, softened only by the wise work of the peasants.
We decided to buy and dream, we entrusted the ideative project to the studio of Marta  Lab 36 and she built us on a story.

The need to expand the structure with a new area is born, contemporary architecture meets the trullo brought back to the origin of its spaces, to be looked at, inhabited, poetically thought out and stylistically “dilated”.
The proposals made are different, of the patio house I like the house that surrounds the nature, the house that extends I like the idea of the full and the voids and protected spaces, of the house protected I like the idea that it is the water to enter and to open a gap between the inside and fuo re, I like that you remember a farm; I like suggestions of the Telescopic volume; of the barrel volume I like the sections and cuts that allow the light to enter…

I really like the poetry that inspired these ideas, I find stimulating the gaze of a non-Puglian who tries to enter, to understand… and it succeeds!

The light of Puglia is in the white lime that paints the houses, in the color of the red earth, you find it in the winter sea, on the trunk of an olive tree.