I am currently designing an island home, so it only seems fitting to also create an architectural logic puzzle based on a classic conundrum: An architect, engineer and contractor are constructing a home on an island. They are not getting along. As
Models have gone the way of the buggy whip, the Dodo bird, and my plaid bell-bottoms. No, I’m not talking about fashion models. They’re still around, just skinnier. I’m talking about physical, architectural models, crafted from cardboard, wood or even metal. They have
Seems like only yesterday my son, Beck, and I spent an afternoon in the workshop making trains. He was five and still fascinated by Thomas the Tank Engine. The lesson we learned: you can take almost any old leftover scraps
When you build a home on a mountain, great views are par for the course. But on this mountain in Sonoma, California, you regularly find yourself on top of the world. This is a home I designed on the Gustafson Family
If you can’t figure this out, it’s because it’s art (or… something).
Meet the next Martha Stewart: my dad. A year ago I dragged my father (not by the hair, of course, because that would be wrong, or so I’m told – and also because he is a bit sparse on top)
On the day after Christmas, my true love gave to me: Thirteen puzzle balls, Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five…
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve tectonic solids, Eleven ropes a swinging, Ten birthdays and counting, Nine, oh so cutesy, Eight canes, not candy, Seven snowman monsters, Six scrap metal remnants, Five… snow… man… rings,
