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Alexandra Lange, in her quest to define a “dream home,” brought up the prescient point that 

I think this househousehousehouse thing might be a trend (VitraHaus, Hunsett). Only way for modernists to live with a gable.

Roy McMakin is one of our all-time favorite dream home makers for this very reason: gables for modernists. Above is a home he renovated in Beverly Hills; below is Vashon Island Residence.


Maybe I need to trademark househousehousehouse as a critical term? A new movement? Fear of the gable is alive and well among the architects I know.

architizer:

Alexandra Lange, in her quest to define a “dream home,” brought up the prescient point that 

I think this househousehousehouse thing might be a trend (VitraHaus, Hunsett). Only way for modernists to live with a gable.

Roy McMakin is one of our all-time favorite dream home makers for this very reason: gables for modernists. Above is a home he renovated in Beverly Hills; below is Vashon Island Residence.

Maybe I need to trademark househousehousehouse as a critical term? A new movement? Fear of the gable is alive and well among the architects I know.

Modern Houses and Doomed P.M.s

We watched The Ghost Writer, Roman Polanski’s recent thriller starring Ewan McGregor in the in-over-his-head male ingenue role. I loved the first hour—making the rude ballet of getting on and off a car ferry into a scene of menace was genius—but when it became clear the bad guys were part of (and this is no spoiler) A VAST INTERNATIONAL CONSPIRACY I lost interest. Two things kept me amused.

First, Ewan (whose character’s name is never mentioned; Pierce Brosnan as the too-cute-for-politics version of Tony Blair just calls him “man”) plays a ghost writer on a tight deadline. He has a month to fix the politician’s memoirs. But we never see him writing. He keeps saying he has to get to work, but then scotch and amateur sleuthing get in the way. I can’t begin to tell you how nervous this made me. He might miss his deadline? Had he made an outline? Just start writing! My professional neurosis (I don’t think I have ever turned anything in late) prickled my skin to a far greater degree than Polanski’s gray-on-gray palette.

Second, the lost-in-translation quality of the house on Martha’s Vineyard in which Pierce was staying. The outside and the inside were clearly two different houses, the exterior shingles a nod to our American tastes, the stacked basalt walls within a pure northern European idea of luxury. It all looked so German, with those big flat windows on the water, and in fact the beaches are on the island of Sylt, the exterior near Poland, the interior a soundstage (review from the house’s perspective here). But more than that, no American or European politician would ever rent such a house. Look at what the Clintons bought in Chappaqua, white clapboard, welcoming porch. Even out of office  heads of state have to maintain the fiction that their tastes are just like the rest of ours, and that leaves modernism, and contemporary architecture to an even greater degree, out. A man who calls his wife about whether or not to grin would never allow himself to be photographed in a house without a yard, without a bush.

Time to Move On

Here’s a very nice house in Montauk. It looks just like that very nice house I saw a few months ago on Shelter Island. Or that other nice house in Aspen my husband worked on a few years ago.

Glass first floor, check. Floating staircase, check. Feature fireplace, check. Pocket doors, check. Brand-new mid-century modern furniture, check. Quote about loving the indoor-outdoor life, check.

Sure, it’s lovely. But am I interested in it anymore? No. Can it possibly work at the beach and in the mountains? No. How long will it take for that bronze mesh—the only interesting thing about the house—to rust? Unknown.

Commentary on the visual world by Alexandra Lange. Can include design, architecture, parks, movies, TV, books, kids.

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