Privacy Out The Window
There’s a thing called the pre-1946 rule in Brisbane. The town planners use it. To approve a development, they often refer to an aerial photograph taken of Brisbane in 1946, …
There’s a thing called the pre-1946 rule in Brisbane. The town planners use it. To approve a development, they often refer to an aerial photograph taken of Brisbane in 1946, …
Dear Arne Jacobsen. Dear Charles and Ray Eames. Dear Le Corbusier. I’m leaving you. Goodbye. Though I appreciate your looks, hell, everybody down at the reproduction shop does anyway; I’m …
So here’s the thing. A man’s home is meant to be his castle. Well, it is for people like my neighbors in Hamilton. They seem to be engaged in a …
You’re an idiot, Steve. You can’t live in a house like that. It’s not suited to our climate and anyway, the local approvals officer will have a coronary or a …
I have an affliction. I call it secondthoughtitis. Its symptoms are insidious: it flares up the moment I commit to an idea and it eats away at my resolve until …
Clear thoughts happen when you’re flying places. That cliché about taking a helicopter view of your life is real. Issues that seem like insurmountable barriers from below tend to shrink …
I’m no Tokyo virgin. I’ve been there a bit over the years. The first time I went, I was that wide-eyed guy with the camera, the phrase book and the …
Yo Shimada arrived in Brisbane last Friday with his colleague Chie Konno to begin the process of designing the Minimalist Monument to Moi. In the interest of tight-arse frugality, I …
If you have a “P” you piss money away. A “P” is the sort of classification you hope you never get when you commission a soil report on a site …
Have you ever tried to listen to the words of an architect and then visualise them as something you can live in, walk around in, cook a meal in, socialise …