I grew up in a family where music was not background. My father played accordion. My mother was a double European champion and taught piano. They met at the conservatoire. Sound was the first language I learned.

At six, maybe eight, I would sit in front of my brother's records on my own turntable, a red and black Poppy pickup, and listen. Daho. Eurythmics. Jarre. Indeep. I did not yet know what I was doing. I was learning to pay attention.

At my grandfather's, I was fascinated by his Teppaz 432. The automatic loading mechanism. A 45 of Aneka. Japanese Boy. The way a small object could fill an entire room.

Later came a double formation: design and finance. Two ways of thinking about objects, spaces and the people who inhabit them. Maison Résonances grew from that intersection, slowly, without a plan.

I still have some of my mother's records.