From "Living in a Glass House Changed Her Life/After the interior designer Carol Egan took over a Modernist home on Long Island, she discovered that it offered bountiful light and gave her a new affinity for the passing of the seasons" (NYT)(like all NYT links, it's a gift link, and this one is especially worth it for the photographs).
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"'When you’re in a glass house, your whole life changes,' Egan says. 'You live with the light.'"
"After 21 years of frantic days and late nights in Manhattan, she began rising with the sun and going to sleep at dusk. 'It informed everything about how I worked because it slowed me down.' Inhabiting the building through different seasons helped her understand the way it functioned: how the wide, floor-to-ceiling glass panes encouraged you to observe the birds in the old trees; how the kitchen’s spot in the center of the living space created implied corridors that let people and air circulate. She began talking with her frequent collaborator the architect Carl Muehleisen about converting the home into a more contemporary, year-round dwelling, adding a work space and rooms for visiting friends — all while retaining its rigor and economy...."
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Less temptation to throw stones, I guess ...
That looks great, but it must be a ice-cold freezer in winter. Or cost a fortune to heat. Windows dont provide much insulation. Also, I'd be worried about the birds. They see clear through glass and bam!
What ghastly decorating. But what she says about living in a glass house is true. You'll notice that it's surrounded by trees. If you have some land around you, there is nothing more serene and fulfilling about having the floor-to-ceiling nature on display, I say that from experience. Yes, you do tend to align with the available light.
Be careful when you're shredding pasture near the house, though. And have a giant squeegee on hand for window cleaning.
Is is just me or do a lot of articles from New York have this theme that if you do X, Y or Z, you'll develop profound understanding into some of the mysteries of the universe.
Architects and interior decorators are some of the most pretentious and impractical people you'll ever meet.
There are houses from the Frank Lloyd Wright studio dotted all around the Phoenix metro area. My grandparents owned one for a time in the 60's and 70's. Wright was not the lead architect but contributed to its design before his death. Grandma and Granddad disliked it very much. Shoddy materials, poor craftsmanship, and odd curves and angles that disoriented my grandfather as he was losing his eyesight. They moved out and rented it to an artist who was a FLW groupie.
"Is it just me or do a lot of articles from New York have this theme that if you do X, Y or Z, you'll develop profound understanding into some of the mysteries of the universe."
Yes, but you need to become a millionaire first.
Nice pix, and this glass house looks like it's more livable that Philip Johnson's.
What strikes me in these NYT articles supposedly about how a structure is intended to be simple and be conducive to a casual and open communal lifestyle, is that everything in it screams the opposite. As the author wanders through the house, you get the "Joe B table," and the "Mary Q chair," or the "Patsy D bed," and on and on, naturally with the provenance to boot. Everything in it is curated and they want you to know it's curated, right down to the pink concrete foundation she installed. Very far from what you might find in a home that really was simple and focused on a style of communal living for the unfancy set.
The NYT knows its audience.
Well-off Manhattenites are interested and could afford to do stuff like that which is why the NYT prints this kind of SWPL stuff.
I have never understood windows in the bedroom. It's a bedroom! You need privacy! And the sun coming in, waking me up, or playing hell with my sleep.
At our beach house, we have a window in the bathroom. Why would anybody have a window in a bathroom? That's where I shit and pee. At least in the bedroom it's orgasms and fun.
Anyway, and I know I am going to war with interior decorators around the USA, or architects, whoever is in charge of house design, I guess it's Mike Brady, don't you like privacy? You know, for the fucking? And the sleeping? My whole life we are buying curtains to blot out the sun. Super curtains that don't work. How about a wall? How about a man cave in the bedroom? Is that possible? I like windows, but we don't need windows everywhere. Intimacy is fragile and needs to be protected. Plus I need to sleep, sometimes.
How about windows in the rest of the house and make the bedroom dark. Dark bedroom! Yeah, I said it.
Hard to say if the house looks better on the outside or the inside. Gorgeous. Thanks.
'... It's a bedroom! You need privacy! And the sun coming in, waking me up, or playing hell with my sleep. ...'
There are shades, even blackout shades, that can be installed unobtrusively. You can even get electric ones that quietly deploy by remote, and you'd never know they were there until they do.
They even make solar shades that insulate from extreme heat and cold from outside. And of course there are always curtains which can insulate to.
But the beauty of gazing at nature, yes even while crapping, is sublime. Providing you have the privacy that acreage brings you and the option of excluding with shades.
The trouble with living in large metro areas is light pollution.
The stars show up in outer areas and dazzle.
When I go out on my patio at night, if I had enough patience, I would could count the number of stars I can see. Our lives are impoverished by this.
First you have to be able to afford a building lot large enough to conceal your glass house from neighbors and passers by. Lot also needs to be in a neighborhood of equally pretentious people & their dwellings.
We've lived in a midcentury modern house like that for 40+ years. We have some giant windows, but they look into an atrium, or our backyard. No street windows except small clerestory windows to let in some light. There were innumerable copies of Frank Lloyd Wright houses in the 50 and 60s. We're in an Eichler, you could look that up. The list of things we had to upgrade that were dangerous or impractical or uneconomic is about 40 items long. Basically, nothing but the framing and the exterior paneling is original. Everything else replaced. Do that, and they're nice.
Is there any saying about people outside glass houses throwing stones? No? Well then the occupant of the glass house should be wary of what those outside can see them doing.
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