18.11.2010
Letterbox House in Blairgowrie, UK
Es un espacio medio cerrado y medio abierto, ni hacia adentro ni hacia fuera - una nueva versión de la antigua galería australiana. Es como un órgano gigante multi-sensorial, el sol, el cielo, la brisa y el sonido y el olor del mar llegan aquí de noche... Nos gusta que los edificios nos hagan sonreír (no reir).
It’s like a half space, half enclosed, half open. Neither in nor out – a new version of the good old Aussie verandah.
Its like a giant multi-sensory organ, the sun, the sky, the breeze and the sound and smell of the sea – when you arrive here of an evening and stand here and see the stars, no matter how still it is, you smell the sea-suck it in, it transforms you, reminds you (of what matters), it’s a kind of tonic.
We like the buildings that make you smile (not laugh).It makes people smile, a building with the smallest façade on the peninsula – the building begins as the letterbox and unfurls to become this healthy scaled verandah, to some it is an upturned boat, to others it a wave a cliff. We like it being many things – people stop and ask us, we just say it is what it is to you.
We wanted to show respect -the peninsula needs it, and the scale here was modest beach suburban- we wanted to respect that scale – and yet as you walk along the deck the scale sneaks up on you- before you know it your immersed and surrounded by the scale of the house – a bit like life really.
The peninsula is the place where you suspend formality and convention for a while -we wanted the building to do this and to remind you of that- it moves too far from architectural convention towards the other disciplines – that was the intention. It becomes ambiguous – What is it? Where is the front door? You don’t need a ‘front door’ in a holiday house – you just find your way in.
Late on a sunny afternoon, when you are all salty, it is a great place to sit; the afternoon sun gives the wall a golden glow, which is echoed by the golden beer in your hand. You sit and watch the kids do what kids do – the things they forget to do when you are in the city.
The inside of this golden wall is vivid red; the support structure and the support shelves which in time will become deposits of beach memories, the much leafed book, the photos, the bric-a-brac of beach holidays and markers of the quintessential Australian family life – when that happens maybe that will then become ‘my space’ also.