Getting Lost on The Street of Dreams
Spent Saturday slogging through the rain in order to spy on other peoples homes. Luckily, this was sanctioned spying. It was sanctioned by the organizers of The Street of Eames, a home tour highlighting Northwest regional modern architecture and design. The misses and I are still getting our geographic bearings in this fair city, and we are completely unfamiliar with the Northwest quadrant of the city (we just don’t get invited to those parties). So we killed a lot of the day “Exploring” our new city. But we did end up making it to all the homes. At each home we had to put on those little blue hospital booties so as not to scratch and sully the nice floors. Which was funny cause all the owners had spit shined their wood or (even better) concrete floors. The combination of cloth booties and slick floors turned living rooms into dangerous ice skating rinks. I had visions of guests going double axel before face-planting into a Noguchi coffee table.

Our favorite was the Joss House, built by Pietro Belluschi in 1942. The house, which had a Norwegian Country vibe to it, was cozy to the core and decidedly modern. But not showy or pretentious. No cameras were allowed inside the homes or I would have taken a bunch of snaps. The whole tour had a look but don’t touch vibe to it. At the Joss house, I wanted to take some wood and build a little fire. Then I’d grab a book off one of the built-ins and just cozy up in one of the big chairs.

Surprisingly, the super modern penthouse condo owned by Ann Sacks had very little tile in it. And the tile that was in it was very mellow. I suppose tho, maybe after a long day at the studio/office, the last thing you want to look at is a bathroom full of your own funky tile.

Also, saw the movie Brick this weekend. As a fan of all things Noir, I enjoyed it immensely.