Exploration of the role of branding in urbanism efforts and appreciation of the unbranded projects in our streets.

Undoubtedly, we have all spent more hours at home this past year than normal. Spending more time in our homes, with less stimulus, distraction, and rush, has provided the opportunity to slow down and to appreciate and connect more with our immediate environment. I look forward to 2021 in hopes that it brings the day in which we can finally emerge from our WFH lives, but whenever that day comes, I look especially forward to emerging as different humans than those that withdrew. Humans with a deeper sense of shared humanity and appreciation for the little things like the passing of light across a room.

Musings on branding and urban planning

On the warmth and frigidity of street furniture, and how objects take on roles in enforcing social norms of use in space. An uncomprehensive bench tour of East Cambridge.

The Singaporean Shophouse: An Interpretation

The land upon which the compound sprawled had been rented out by UNIFIL years ago to host the foreign regiment that continues to patrol the southern border to this day. Years of endless conflict had, conversely, birthed an effort in homemaking, thus grafting a piece of Indonesia into the little Lebanese village.

Fran is a rather tall woman from the Mashonaland East Province of Zimbabwe.

The boundary can be crossed with or without the door. Doors distance, deceive, provoke, manipulate, and reveal.

(2/3) stories of alternative urban planning by women from self-organized urban poor communities in Zimbabwe

“Anywhere I went, there was always a forgotten glove laying there, limp. Lifeless. Lonely.”

The house is the most intimate shelter of a soul, as intimate as a piece of clothing.

For my family, chai is the elixir of life. It is had at least twice a day and offered to all who enter our home. And for most of my life, I have consumed it within the walls of my home in Tennessee and Bombay, knowing it to be a lasting testament of my Gujarati heritage.

A break from recipes to ask “Where does a food space begin?” mine is rooted in maps.

After the war, Anna and Larry (Friedmann) Flynn settled in Vancouver. They married and purchased a rainbow house: a stuccoed bungalow on W 64th Street.

Spray, scrub, sweep, swipe, splatter.

What are we really talking about when we talk about "public"? What is public anyway? What guidelines do we follow when we design "public" spaces? And who are they for?

It was everyone’s first summer back since the occupation had ended. After so many years, the home was once again bursting with family, just as their grandparents had intended.

(1/3) stories of alternative urban planning by women from self-organized urban poor communities in Zimbabwe