I’ve written on this blog about what influences me: fashion, food, a french heritage. But beyond my own personality, it also affects how I perceive the world.
It’s hard to turn off the architectural central nervous system. It is a lens, titanium-colored glasses, that I resigned myself to the moment I began my masters at Berkeley.
December in Paris is romantic. It’s the stuff movies are made of. But it’s rare that any trip I go on anymore isn’t about business. So, how can an architect properly experience the city when their trip is flanked by meetings?
Let’s skip the basics, or at the very least, the generics.