“Then, in a weekend, I realized the plan was too ambitious and too expensive. I tore it up and in a week designed the current house. I spent evenings and weekends with a tool belt as a carpenter on site. I had done quite a bit of carpentry in New England upon graduating from college—it seemed like a good use of my undergraduate philosophy studies.”
“We used to joke about the standing seam metal siding, describing the house as the ‘tough shed’ in the middle of the block. I did this house in what was my architectural adolescence—I was in my 30s. The exterior expresses the exuberance of that part of my life, and it’s a collage of steel and stucco with just enough wood to lend some organic texture. I’ve become a much better editor in the years since. I am currently designing a new home right next door for a dear friend. I’ve got the entire exterior of the home down to just two materials; I feel that’s progress.”
“It all went quickly, we did demolition in April and moved in, albeit without a proper staircase by Thanksgiving. Ironically, the present staircase is a painted version of the construction stair.”