Eldon Trace started, as most things do, at a friend's house.

There was a lamp in the corner. Tall, thin, and doing its absolute best. In the evening, it cast a glow that was genuinely beautiful. During the day, it looked like a broomstick that had given up. Nobody had moved it. Nobody talked about it. It just stood there, waiting for dark.

That bothered me more than it probably should have.

The name comes from two places. Eldon is my father's middle name. Trace is what good design does: it leaves something behind, a feeling, a memory, a reason the room felt different that night. I make modular lighting fixtures that are meant to do both jobs well. Bold enough to hold their own in daylight. Warm enough to make you stay at the table a little longer than you planned.

These are pieces built to evolve with you. To show up at the dinner party, survive the apartment moves, and eventually feel like they were always supposed to be there. Light shapes how a space feels before anyone says a word. I just think it should also look good while it's doing that.

Anyway, that broomstick is now covered.