Our Houses

Two addresses in Berlin. Kurfürstendamm and Gendarmenmarkt.

These are houses where every decision follows one question. It is the question Felix and Diana Zaritzki put to their team again and again. "How is anyone supposed to recognize good dentistry, if they have never studied it?" The answer is not in what we claim. It is in what a patient perceives in the first few seconds, long before a word is spoken.

Sound. Scent. Feel. None of it was left to chance. Anyone who enters one of the houses is received not as a patient but as a guest. That is not a gesture. It is a decision, and it determines how someone is seen, heard and treated.

Kurfürstendamm

Kurfürstendamm 52. Sandstone, like the buildings on either side. Nothing on the façade suggests what is waiting one floor above. The hall takes you first. Black-and-white marble underfoot, laid like a chessboard. Burnished brass on the Art Deco counter. A stone fireplace from the last century, and above it an antique Venetian mirror.

You are not registered. You are received, in person. The salon is not a waiting room, and was never meant to become one. Rounded arches. A vintage French chandelier in rosé Murano glass. A bouclé sofa, and not one piece in the room that was not made for it. Nobody here waits. People sit down anyway. A scent reaches you from somewhere: discreet, Parisian, and impossible to place. Music from speakers you will not find. Espresso in porcelain thin enough to see the light through. The treatment rooms are brushed bronze and stone. The chair is curved and pale leather: more armchair than instrument. Every machine is inside the walls and the ceiling, where you will never see it.

Above you, a screen. Over your ears, headphones that remove the room. You choose the film, the series, the documentary: language, subtitles, volume, all set before anyone begins. Even the bathrooms have a code of their own: onyx, bronze, rock crystal. It is the room most easily forgotten. We gave it the same hours we gave the one next door. Behind a steel-framed glass wall, a photographic studio of our own. This is where your Real Face Preview is made. You see the smile before it exists.

A place you do not expect. At an address where we are expected.

Gendarmenmarkt

Jägerstraße 41. The Gendarmenmarkt begins two steps from the door. The moment it closes behind you, Berlin is somewhere else.

You have not walked into a practice. You have walked into a private club with its own library. Dark cherry wood. A fireplace in dark stone. Seating made to measure, in Italian cloth. Light in pools, never across the whole room. A cabinet of art you would expect in a London collector's house.

Behind all of it, the rooms. Dentistry at the level the rest of the house has already promised.

Architectural Digest gave this house several pages, the first dental practice in Germany ever to appear in it. Anyone who walks in understands why.