May 27, 2009
This midcentury modern house is for sale – or was – according to the Paul Rudolph Foundation website, which links to this great set of photos from ECOHUSET on Flickr.
May 26, 2009
More houses by Paul Rudolph. I’m not sure why I like him so much; maybe it’s the feeling that every space is designed for a party, or the use of white, or that he went so glam/space age in the 60s and 70s.
Erickson’s Filberg House, posted here on May 20, is actually for sale. A friend found it online by accident, while idly searching for midcentury modern houses outside Vancouver.
May 25, 2009
I first found out about the architect Paul Rudolph after posting an image of one of his other houses, and reading a response to it by Kelvin Dickson of the Paul Rudolph Foundation.
May 24, 2009
Linda and John Meyers of Wary Meyers Decorative Arts assemble these mod, chic, distinctly 1960s and 70s interiors almost entirely from furniture and objects they find in thrift and vintage sales.
May 23, 2009
From Godard’s 1964 film Bande à part, or Band of Outsiders. Not design except in the larger sense, but it’s in the favourites category thanks to my friends Maxwell and Hadley who made about thirty of us learn this sequence for an art event a couple of years ago.
May 22, 2009
One last Vancouver house by Arthur Erickson. The house was built for and is still owned by the painterGordon Smith and his partner Marion. They have carefully maintained it over the years, in keeping with Erickson’s original design and intention.
May 21, 2009
The Keevil House, Savary Island, British Columbia. Photos are from arthurerickson.com. Arthur Erickson, 1924-2009.
May 20, 2009
Goodbye to Arthur Erickson, a native of Vancouver and one of its most famous inhabitants, let alone architects. He died in Vancouver today at age 84.
You could almost call these buildings archeotecture, or perhaps archeolitecture, because though all three were built recently, they look and feel profoundly archeological. All of them have the mute, mysterious quality of monumental ancient ruins and they produce – for me, anyway – that weird, quiet, prickling-the-back-of-the-neck sensation you sometimes get when viewing something impossibly old.
