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.
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.
SundaySunday is a home for physical and psychological well-being, providing a diversity of spaces where occupants can always find a place of comfort: social spaces and private spaces; generous spaces and intimate spaces; spaces to gather and spaces to retreat.
Sunday, to gather and retreat.
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.
Silver LiningIf every storm cell has a silver lining, it’s that the girls have tired of sodden socks and finally agreed to join us up here in our fancy new living room. The fridge is here too, which can’t have hurt. From where I’m sitting, I can see the weather overhead through the high window. I can also see across the park to where a young family are stranded on the play equipment. If they could get themselves afloat on one of those bright plastic tubes, I reckon I could chuck a rope over and pull them in.
Silver Lining, everybody needs an ark.
A PeriscopeA periscope, washed-up on the beach. The oceans must be full of them and yet this is quite unexpected: half buried with its ends poking out like a happy seaworm, chatting to its tail. The tides have washed it crystalline; mirrors bend the light to fill its buried chambers. A single sunlit passage, coursing through the sand.
A Periscope, washed-up on the beach.
SkygardenSkygarden has its genesis in tessellated ornament, in the colour fields of abstract art, in the hanging gardens of Babylon, and in James Turrell’s immersive installations where sensory deprivations eventually give rise to figments (and pigments) of imagination.
Skygarden, blossoms in the sky.
NorwoodUpholstered banquettes, window seating and kitchen benches line the living space, freeing-up the centre for a generous island bench and built-in table. Everything feels integrated, fitting together like a three-dimensional jigsaw.
Norwood, edges and interfaces.
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.
The ArbourOn a hot summer’s day, nothing beats the shade of a leafy arbour. With dappled cover and a little breeze, the body finds its comfort. This simple extension provides just that.
The Arbour, sunlight at play.
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.
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.
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.
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.
ParasolEverywhere you look a grove of trees and a shady deck. A deck out the front, a deck out the back and a deck in the middle. Decks for eating, decks for dancing, decks for love stories and daydreaming.
Parasol, a heartwarming scene.
The Taranaki RiftThe Taranaki Rift is an inner-suburban rupture off the east bank of Brunswick, initiated in the early-Turnbullian, due to the expansion of the Goodman van Dyke cluster.
The Taranaki Rift, an inner-suburban rupture.
Miller HouseFrom the moment of entry, views shift and redirect between the courtyards, light-wells, decks and gardens. Natural light washes the internal space from all directions, encouraging exploration of the various living areas and retreats.
Miller House, a casual arrangement.
The Skin JobAn assemblage of generous openings, bench seats and a fireplace re-animate an otherwise ordinary red-brick façade.
The Skin Job, like tears in rain.
Hip & GableA reclining hip casually slouches over the bedroom wing, while an attentive gable stands to attention over the more formal living spaces. Side by side, they are like the ears of a dog, one alert and the other playful, ready for whatever comes next.
Hip & Gable, jaunty gables, casual hips.
Together ApartWhere once they shared a womb, now they share a room; twin girls needing their own space, yet wanting to stay close too.
Together Apart, a room for twins.
The PicadorFinding no bull and no audience he begins to dance, lunging and dodging imaginary foes, gripping a lance in each hand.