Park LifeCurious neighbours slow their cars. From between the trees across a vast nature strip, a fence-like shed with a cyclops eye peers back at them. ‘Whose world is this?’ they ask.
Park Life, from between the trees.
The SummitA curved wall of glass emulates the roof form, bending inwards to create a side courtyard. With glass and garden on all sides, the house is awash with natural light.
The Summit, grounded and lofty.
ArcadiaNotions of home are as much a projection of our dreams and memories as they are the bricks and linen cupboards that anchor them. Tangled in the sheets of inner-urban Melbourne, Arcadia is a fever dream of pastoral histories.
Arcadia, perpetual blush.
Dark HorseThe play of tones establishes a subtle field of spaces that expand and contract, creating moments of generosity and intimacy.
Dark Horse, a handsome creature.
VivariumIn time this house will be consumed by its gardens. Already the buzz of pollination fills the air: bees, blowies and butterflies. Nestled between three native crops, nature has the jump start.
Vivarium, turning in, turning out.
RMIT City CampusWithin this environment of high spatial drama, terraced seating and planting establish inviting human-scaled amphitheatres.
RMIT City Campus, laneway culture.
The KiteInside and out, the roof rests like a canopy. Sky and foliage are ever-present. Light filters in from all sides marking the passage of a day, while overhead, triangles beget triangles, folding and multiplying against the sky like barely tethered kites.
The Kite, barely tethered.
Fifty FiftyPartly inspired by the original 1950s home, partly by the modernist Case Study houses of the same decade. 1950s meets 1950s. About half of each. We’re talking fifty-fifty vision. That’s sharp.
Fifty Fifty, that's sharp.
PeriwinkleThe common periwinkle (or winkle) is a robust intra-warehouse species within the renovation family, characterised by a mostly neutral shell with rosy flourishes about the inner-ablution.
Periwinkle, unique among its genus.
when the sky
hung so low that we
stopping once at
at each floor (hold)
a breath's thread
hang the light like
the earth to the sky
(well it once hung
now the trade winds