Albuquerque cherries.
An adobe house on the way to Taos, New Mexico. Photo by Callie Neylan, 2008.
Albuquerque isn’t really anything
Wednesday, April 13. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
Living in a trailer isn’t so bad. That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I moved into
Saturday, March 26th. The shoes I wore to meet the builder.
Numbers are scary. Numbers signifying your weight, your blood pressure, your bank account balance, your age. Numbers, as it turns
On starchitects, domestic violence, and the Stockholm Syndrome.
Le Corbusier. Frank Lloyd Wright. Louis Kahn. Great architects. Lauded visionaries. Master womanizers and manipulators. The film “My Architect”, a
Friday, December 11. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
I like wood. Concrete. Tile. Marble. Steel. Mullioned glass. I especially like concrete formed to look like wood. Will likes
Friday, November 6th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
You learn a lot about things you didn’t know you didn’t know when designing a house. Like shear
Tuesday, Sept 8th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
In my life, I have been told I resemble a prettier version of Allison Janney; easily passed off as Katharine
Friday, August 21. The shoes I wore to meet the architects.
A set of Copic markers is not cheap. But good tools are valued in the Office Design studio, where we
Wednesday, July 29. The shoes I wore to meet the architects.
Would have been these shoes, except that I didn’t meet with the architects (note: it’s plural now). I
Wednesday, June 3. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
My house is not a piece of software. It is not a computer or an application program. But it is