I think it’s safe to say, at some point in our lives, we all dream about doing it. One day. When there’s enough time, desire and, um, money, we’ll put pen to translucent paper, hay to the bale, brick to the block, and begin.
What starts out as a simple, rough sketch of a floor plan, gradually turns into a beautifully illustrated work of art on what furniture goes where. Some still to be purchased, not yet included in the budget of the build. The Tom Dixon sofa will sit there and the Cherner walnut book shelves up there. The Kilim, from that time we were in Istanbul, should go there, and my special French cooking pots will be hanging right there. A barrage of inspiration, too hot to handle, turns a dream into a showstopper of a property. What began with humble mumbles of minimalism, quickly becomes a “Darling we’re only ever gonna do this once, so let’s go big, or go home.” To which I can only but imagine the response would be something like, “Yes but if we do, Sugar-pie, we won’t have one.”
I believe, with total adulation, that’s how it went down with the owner’s of Copper House in Tokai. They have not only given us a seduction session on the art of interiors, but into the windmills of their minds, too.
Copper House is settled in the Zwaanswyk hills, overlooking the Southern Suburbs of the Cape and all the way to the surfers of Muizenberg. It is a product of love, passion and a clear, distinct vision. Built from scratch, this 3-bedroomed hideaway, that took three years to build, is a tribute to travel, and the influence it has on design. White-face brick, red-face brick, stained cement floors, naked timber, bovine and copper dance around together, doing one happy dance.
With over one hundred olive trees scattered around the garden, betwixt the Stellenbosch oak, the eucalyptus and the thorn. Heirloom antiques from a great, great grandfather, who was a captain of his own ship, exploring the world, collecting pieces for his very own dream home he’d build one day. Books, baskets, free-standing bathtubs admiring a Philip Briel’s landscape. Water-coloured wallpapers, coral curtains, an Nguni low-slung recliner, and French doors opening out to the vast verandah. All of it transforms the dance to slow motion.
Art, travel and ancestral aspirations
This hideaway follows the intention of the owner to build a new house, old. With a farmhouse feel, a safari look, a well-travelled tale and a family’s soul.
What I admire most about Copper House is the discreet gesture that the great, great grandfather made, with his prized possessions. Quickly becoming the undercurrent of the foundation in this home. One day, when the oaks are soaring and the olives are bearing fruit, the owner’s great, great grandchildren will be taking shade beneath. One man’s chest of drawers is another man’s home.
Written by Colleen Ogilvie