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Architect, aphorist, Anaximandrist. Delirious ekphrast. MacDowell Fellow-in-Exile. H H Richardson idolator/historian. “Unabridged paranoid hippy monologues.” Mark Wright, but going as Vampire Catweazle. ✏️
I’ve read too much Pynchon and Melville too many times to come across as entirely, um, sane? when composing technical prose.
It…cackles, and huffs, puffs its chest and runs on.
One pretty picture sans commentary is usually best. Here’s a Cotswold slab roof by Barnsley and his squad. Apropos o’ nowt
December 2, 2025 at 5:07 PM
What face does Thomas Pynchon see in dark, reflective surfaces? Perhaps that of his Puritan ancestor William Pynchon (var.sp. Pyncheon). Officer of the Crown. Heretic. Writer of the first book burned and banned in the
colony. Expelled. In his portrait he eschews a gentleman’s wig.
December 2, 2025 at 10:46 AM
Once I retire I’ll start referring to myself as an Architect with a majuscule “A”
(rather than with a lower case ‘a’ and an interrobang)
November 27, 2025 at 2:00 AM
A movie that takes place where you’re from. Fuh rills.
November 23, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Years ago.
November 20, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Norman transcept ceiled in 19th century wood. There was some Inigo Jones there—a rood screen, once upon a time—but we didn’t find his fragments. #Winchester
November 16, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Winchester. You’ll want to stay at the Wyndham Arms.
November 12, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Put the Armistice back in Armistice Day.
11.11.11.11
November 11, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Moving this from the kid’s room to the Studiolo to keep me focused on what has always mattered and why.
November 10, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Gloomy in the Studiolo
with Venturi and Richardson.
November 10, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Late to it. But Watchmen is a masterpiece.
November 9, 2025 at 2:33 AM
wtf the sun sets now in the *south*
all is lost unless I can get myself and a goat to Long Meg all the way in bleed’n Penrith
November 6, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Sunshine is good for you. Go vote.
November 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
This morning I want *color* with my coffee and for the house I’m working on, but there’s this committee of busybodies… Color and a wee bit of visual noise 🎶🎶 on this jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Robert Venturi
November 1, 2025 at 12:47 PM
Let Lut-Lut be Lut-Lut.
November 1, 2025 at 3:08 AM
The triangular pergola slats and cambered oak beams of Sir Edwin [“If I’ve drawn it, you damn well better just *do* it.”] Lutyens.
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On your feet, or on your knees.
October 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Still by hand. It’s neither admirable nor cute anymore, just another form of self-_arm innit
October 30, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Tredegar House has to be visited on Hallowe’en. It prisons unquiet spirits. Hear that? The arrhythmic tap of a distal phalanx behind this pulvinated frieze? Who covered the blood-stained plaster with this Jacquard?
October 28, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Lose the whiskers? I can’t get to the full Kropotkin. But maybe I can again get to “Trotsky’s Dangerous Nephew.”
October 27, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Start with these shockingly cheap plastic demi-lunes from China. They are just fine, though delicate.
October 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Aleister Crowley fled the house in horror at the behavior of its evil, drug-addled 20th century owner…just the sort of beautiful child of bizarre aristos who ends up taking himself out on the daughters of the poor. On the up side the family never replaced the original M&Ts with Georgian sashes.
October 26, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Burgess on a bender:
his client’s wife’s bedroom at Castel Coch.
October 25, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Burgess
October 24, 2025 at 12:47 PM
Wearing spectacles in a wearing spectacle.
October 23, 2025 at 9:33 PM
>gasp< at at “value added.”
Wowza. And Jeff gets his cut.
October 21, 2025 at 1:39 PM