Bill Stubbs

Behind every beautiful room is a team you never see. The millworker who hand-planes panels so the grain flows seamlessly. The stone fabricator who book matches marble slabs. The upholsterer who precisely hammers hundreds of nailheads because that’s what the design requires.

I design the vision. I don’t build it.

That’s why I’m obsessive about finding craftspeople who care as much as I do. The ones who call when something doesn’t look right instead of hoping I won’t notice.

Beautiful work is always a collaboration.

Beautiful interiors are always a collective effort.
 

Fifty years ago, I had no idea I'd end up designing a $150 million private jet or working on projects across four continents or being named to the AD100 twice.

What I did know: I wanted to create spaces that made people feel at home not just impressed. That's taken me from River Oaks to London to Switzerland and back. The accolades are nice; Architectural Digest, The New York Times, all of it.

But what I'm proudest of? The clients I've worked with for twenty years. The ones who call me when their kids buy their first house.

That's the work that matters.