âI have this obsession with faces,â he explains, pointing to a pair of 19th-century Japanese earthenware sculptures of fire gods mounted to the mantelpiece. âIf you look around, thereâs a lot of people, animals, and figures.â No surprise then he loves to entertain, frequently inviting friends to sink into his custom wraparound dining banquette for languorous dinners while he holds court in a prized Faye Toogood chair. All around, his own designs take center stageâfrom the bathroomâs Hedera wallpaper to the bedroomâs Ruudukko rug to the Mori stripe that wraps the living room, which is anchored by a working wood-burning fireplace and offers intimate Rear Window views into neighborsâ homes.
Profera came to New York City and the design profession by chance, though looking back, he says, it all felt preordained. At 18, he left his native Los Angeles to study conceptual art in San Francisco. After dropping out of college and moving east, a friend in the rug industry introduced him to what Profera calls the âmedievalâ romance of textile design. When a brief copy writing stint ended, he decided to try his hand at creating fabrics. âI learned by suffering through it,â Profera confides of that formative period in 2012, when he launched his company, building a reputation for his earthy palettes and globally inspired motifs. Now supported by a team of employees, he debuts three to four collections every year, including, most recently, his third outdoor line, and, next year, a major collaboration that promises to depart from his signature mediums. âWeâre trying to lean into things that we havenât done,â he says with a smile. âWhy repeat?â
California, he insists, is still âin my blood,â an influence evident in his sunny bedroom, whose wool-sateen curtains, trimmed in grosgrain, were inspired by LAâs Sunset Tower Hotel. Only here they frame cinematic city vistas for this consummate New Yorker. Itâs Proferaâs favorite spot in the home, where heâll often curl up in a vintage Danish armchair with a cup of coffee and snuggles from Kumaâall against a backdrop of his Rapscallion stripes. Reflecting on this morning routine, he notes, ânothing makes me happier.â