"I don't design rooms to be seen. I design them to be lived in slowly."
Sam was born into a culture where craftsmanship is inherited like language — and where six languages were learned before architecture became the seventh. He founded Pamuk Atelier in 2014, and the early years of the studio were shaped by Las Vegas — drawing high-rise residences for Mandarin Oriental, Panorama Towers, and Martin Towers, work defined by glass, scale, and a city that asks every room to perform.
In 2020 he moved north, trading skyline for forest. The Pacific Northwest taught him a different vocabulary — softer light, longer rains, oak and plaster instead of marble, the patience that water and weather demand of any honest house.
His current work sits between those two worlds: the discipline of high-rise hospitality with the warmth of a private home in Kirkland, Bellevue, or Medina. He draws by hand before he draws on screen. He works by appointment, accepting a small number of commissions each year so each project can receive the attention it asks for.
He believes the truest luxury is not a material but a temperament — and that the rooms that endure are the ones that were never in a hurry to arrive.
Where the atelier shapes the rooms within, Pedram draws the structure that holds them.
Pedram is an architect, trained at the University of California, Berkeley, and shaped by a decade of California practice — Gensler in Oakland, SVA Architecture in Pleasanton, and OpenScope Studio in San Francisco. His work moves from private residences to civic and cultural buildings, drawn with the patience of someone who believes a building earns its calm.
He joins Pamuk Atelier as its architectural collaborator, carrying the studio's hand from the Pacific Northwest down the coast into California. Together we now work across both — Washington and California — Sam composing the interiors, Pedram the architecture, each commission held to the same unhurried standard.
From the Bay Area he leads ground-up work, additions, and the structural conversations a serious house asks for. From Bellevue, Sam carries the rooms within. A client on either side is met by the whole studio.
Pamuk means cotton — soft, white, quiet. He is a small white dog, now grown old beside me, and the atelier carries his name.
He has been at my side through every drawing, every revision, every late season of work. As the years have softened him, they have sharpened something in me — the understanding that the best things, like the best rooms, are not rushed into being.
He taught me what no design book could. That when a thing cannot be hurried, the answer is not pressure but presence. That sitting quietly with a problem is its own kind of craft. That patience, given time, becomes a material of its own.
Rooms made in a rush rarely last. Rooms made slowly — in soft light, with the right materials given time to speak — those are the rooms that hold a life.
So we work quietly. We choose carefully. We let the work arrive.
— S.V.