The rock pit entry was an attempt at wabi-sabi. But the breakaway glass door was just to screw with everyone.
(Photo by Jacob Langvad; Dwell)
Unhappy Hipsters
It's Lonely in the Modern World
Her letter to Santa consisted of just four words: bring me a door.
(Photo: Andrew Meredith; Dwell)
Yes, it was clear now. He’d overreacted to the Instagram terms of service update.
Photo: Brent Humphreys; Dwell
Reading was a family affair, to be practiced with books and poses determined by one’s status.
(Photo: Zubin Shroff; Dwell)
Black sock on the railing—the universal symbol for depressing one-night stands.
(Photo: Ben Anders; Dwell)
What separates a light-filled entryway from an indoor bowling alley? A bottle of cachaça.
(Photo: Zubin Shroff; Dwell)
It was a difficult conversation, but he tried his best to explain that, since the remodel, toy breeds no longer fit the family’s aesthetic.
Photo: Joe Pugliese; Dwell
His vision for the master bedroom finally realized: a long walk down a short pier; waking up with metal grate imprinted on his face.
Photo: Derek Shapton; Dwell
Years of experience taught her that if you waited long enough, spots missed while watering would eventually reveal themselves.
Photo: Derek Shapton; Dwell
Always ahead of the design curve, they’d fully embraced incognitoscaping.
(Photo: Tom Fowlks; Dwell)
