I never understood a seasonal work rhythm until I started a tour operation in Maine, where hospitality is forced to rest by nature’s hand. Summer here feels like a sprint and then, despite every feeling of business momentum, you suddenly lose your legs.

We're designing the Lady Oyster Parlor in Bath, intended to feel lived-in like your grandma’s kitchen, where all of her beloveds are framed on the back wall. Where there are thick, pressed linens, frilly aprons, display-only oyster plates, warm lighting, and a smudgy chalkboard with handwritten menus under an old daily motto.