A workspace shaped by the island that holds it.
Some islands invite you to disappear. Syros invites you to arrive. We're building Odyspace on a quiet street in Ermoupoli — half a block from a café that will know your order, ten minutes from the sea, one ferry from Athens.
It is a working island. Always has been. The opera house pre-dates the country. The port runs year-round. The streets are paved in real marble. The light is honest.