The House
A home, not a location.
Cherry Hill isn't a space that pretends to be a home. It's a home — built in 1882, restored with care, and lived in. The kind of house that feels like something out of a Swedish fairy tale: a timber villa on its own hill in the archipelago, where the light pours in from morning to dusk and every room has a story already in it.
Inside, wide hallways run on smoked oak floors throughout, hung with antique paintings and scattered with unique finds collected over the years. The furniture was chosen, not staged — classic, timeless pieces, Danish, French and Italian, gathered slowly rather than ordered as a set. Daylight moves through the rooms across the day, warm and changing, so the house never looks quite the same from one hour to the next.
Beyond it lies an archipelago garden in the truest sense — granite outcrops, mature trees, an apple orchard, some twenty cherry and plum trees, and a small herb garden. It changes character with every season: blossom and birdsong in spring, long golden light in summer, copper and quiet in autumn, bare and still in winter. There's a newly renovated 42 m² guest house, a sauna and a gym besides. For brands and productions tired of places with no soul, that's the whole point: shoot somewhere true, and it shows in the work.
