This office is no straight line, but a trap disguised as a floor plan, long and thin, sharp enough to cut. A corridor pretending to be a workplace. The kind of space that could have strangled itself with partitions and fluorescent light. But Studio S.A.L.T does not bow to geometry. We confront it, break it apart, and drag it into submission until it begins to serve their vision. 

The answer was curve. Pure and uncompromising. Pointed walls were carved down, edges softened into arcs that refused to stop. The space is no longer a box but a current, pulling you forward and deceiving the eye into believing there is more air, more width, and more freedom. The straight line is gone, and with it the sense of confinement. 

Inside, the palette is simple and restrained. Warm taupes and soft beiges flow in a matte finish that softens light and creates a calm atmosphere. There is no cold steel or harsh glass. The drama comes not from surfaces but from the movement of the space, in the way it bends instead of standing rigid. 

This is not just an office. It is a machine of perception, a rebellion against confinement. Studio S.A.L.T turned a narrow box into a living experiment in movement, proof that design is not about what fits but about what dares to flow.