Between the house and the hills lived the shadow people, trapped by denim and despair.
(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)
Between the house and the hills lived the shadow people, trapped by denim and despair.
(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)
He spent far too much time rushing through the halls, each looking more like the last, desperate to find the toilet.
(Photo: FG+SG – Fernando Guerra, Sergio Guerra; ArchDaily)
The light-therapy wall panel hadn’t had the effect on his manic mood swings he’d hoped for.
(Photo: Peter Marlow; Dwell)
In 90 degree heat the climbing wall quickly turned to flypaper.
(Photo: Matthew Williams; Dwell)
At the close of each lunar cycle the house took on an eerie glow, morphing into a bloodthirsty building.
(Photo: Iñaqui Carnicero; ArchDaily)
She hadn’t counted on him taking the “trophy wife” thing this far.
(Photo: Maira Acayaba; ArchDaily)
Of all his childhood secrets, the tapdancing was the most shameful.
(Caption by UH; image submitted by Graham Harper)
Those languid summer afternoons pushing her clone on the swing had transformed her life in amazing ways.
(Photo: Cameron Wittig; Dwell)

If houses could get punched, this one would have cauliflower ears.
(Photo: Ed Reeve; Dwell)

The neutral palette made for a speedy escape. Lucky bear.
(Photo: Uncredited; Wallpaper magazine)