1 year ago I call it, “squinting at the computer screen without my glasses to see if photobooth is working.”

This is the man whose building is a national monument and on the currency of Paraguay, who has a feature in a book that also featured Corbusier, who won a contest for the building that holds the São Paulo legislature.I remember him as a terrified kid who ran from his gruff voice, the old man who called my mother “Martinha” with whom my aunt, my uncle, and my mother could talk to about things I don’t remember being very interested in well into the night, the inscrutable architect who showed me colorful masses of lines and tried to explain to me what they corresponded to, the quiet enigma who was only occasionally lucid and whose office held mysteries and treasures in dusty old papers, a sharp-tongued man who even nearing senility managed to find witty ways to call my uncle a fatty.My grandfather was a great man, and I hardly knew him. That’s the life of an international kid, I suppose, but I think also the curse of the generation gap. Even so, I’m glad to have had a grandfather, even if I saw him far too little and learned far too late to appreciate him.RIP, Adolpho Rubio Morales, who loved and was loved by people I love, so I loved him too.
1 year ago


I’m on top (in the Pirelli building). Man, I’m going to miss Milan.
Wore these to the opera today.
Well, pretty much.
Something to look at while you ignore what I write. As you should. Though you should ignore this too.
This is my face if you don’t recommend me to the Tumblr personalities section. (Does anyone think I should be recommended in something other than that? I thought about designers but I don’t really blog about my designing so much as whine about things, so…)
I look like an adult, which is not how I feel. I’m also sitting on the kid’s table. You’re only as old as you are.
My evenings are lovely here.
»