#p.003

there is beauty in the unknown beauty in the fear and trepidation of not knowing what may come next

i think you are beautiful; but i think i don’t know you

my heart flutters on the back of butterflies’ wings carried away on spring zephyrs

do you see yourself the same way that i see you?

autumn brings new blossoms and the snow basks in the sunlight; i smile for you.

it was rare that a townsperson could drag her from her home on a Sunday afternoon to attend the town’s practically mandatory mass. however, she’d recently been denied a sale at the local coffee shop due to an issue at the bank that housed the money she’d been earning at the Spread Eagle. she’d opened the account under her fake name and none of the cash from her old life was kept there, so she believed it was safe... now it was safe even from her as a discrepancy ( and maybe a scoch of prejudice ) with her last paycheck had somehow locked her whole account. it sounded like a load of bullshit to her, but now she was at the mercy of the bank manager who said he didn’t feel comfortable reopening the account of someone who wasn’t a god-fearing woman. what could she do? go to the sheriff of the corrupt small town? drunk off whiskey and donuts? it’s not like she wanted to draw more attention to herself. so, she resigned herself to a month of masses and getting her next paychecks in cash just to appease the religious fanatic.

... but honestly, God probably would have preferred she didn’t show up to begin with. by the time Glory to God was done, her eye lids were growing heavy. half way through the psalms, her chin was dipping towards her chest. and by the time everyone was standing for the homily, she was passed out with her sunglasses on in the backmost pew. Del was just grateful she wasn’t much of a snorer.

she startled awake when the pastor came over to her empty pew after mass -- no one had dared sit beside her -- and cleared his throat loudly. blinking blurry eyes, she mumbled something about the world being dark before remembering and shoving her sunglasses up to push her hair back.

“child... while i do not know why you’ve begun to physically arrive here to church, until you are here spiritually and mentally as well, you cannot truly be baptized and deemed one of the flock.”

Del really gave a contrite look her best shot, but the religious leader didn’t seem to be having any of it. it’s not like she actually wanted to be one of the congregation, but she muttered another apology anyway.

“perhaps you have some sins you want to get off your chest, child?”

her smile bared a bit too much of her teeth, and she stood. “there isn’t enough time in the day for my sins, reverend. i will try to do better next week.”

before he could say anything else, she was out the door, shrugging her leather jacket back on. but, of course, she couldn’t make her escape without bumping into the bank manager. who insisted, since she slept through mass, to at least attend the church barbecue happening on the side lawn. 

so that’s how she ended up there, in ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, surrounded by rural hicks in their Sunday best all giving her a sideways glance. sometimes, she felt as though she went past being the black sheep of the town. perhaps she was one of the goats.

when her stomach rumbled impatiently, she decided to make the most of the whole thing and made her way to the grill, not really paying attention to whoever was grilling. her voice was as charming as she could make it in her dark mood, an edge of danger to her tone, and she said simply, “three hot dogs and a burger... please.”

There was a lot Gigi could handle: being naked in a room full of strangers getting her picture taken; 18 hour days for a week straight bookended by 12 hour flights; weird “prankster” guys who assaulted her for the Vine and got their asses knocked out by her before her body guards could hold her back. She was a tough girl, in and out of the boxing ring, and she prided herself on her ability to take no shit and stand her ground in the face of most things, save for one: fucking. spiders. Its not that she wanted to be the giant stereotype of the girl who couldn’t handle being in the same room as one, but the irrational fear that overtook her when she saw one was uncontrollable and enough to send her running every single time. The one she spotted in the corner of her ceiling seemed to be roughly the size of her fist, at least to her panicked eyes, which meant Gigi not only needed to exit the room, but nearly sprinted across her apartment.

In the outskirts of Yverdon-les-Bains, an existing elderly home needs to be replaced to host the increasing number of elders in the society. The building is inscribed in the logic of the existing fabric and sits as a freestanding piece within a garden, defining two spaces through its articulation. A big entrance plaza to the city creates a welcoming space that will integrate students from the nearest schools during lunch time. A big facade to the garden defines a well proportioned outside space in contact with the green areas around it.

The rooms are grouped in clusters around two generous patios that host controlled gardens. Around these patios run the vivid corridors, expanding in common meeting spaces that alternate in each floor. This alternation gives diversity to the facade and identifies each floor.

With a basket filled with all sorts of assorted treats and food that was either made by hand or simply bought from a store in one hand, Soojung brought the other up to give a faint knock on the door before her with her bare knuckles, but earned no response. She gave another, keeping in mind that Sora was either still asleep or nervously trying to fix herself up (even though Soojung knew that wasn't necessary). 

Upon hearing a few shuffles, she couldn't thwart the smile that forced itself on her lips, aforementioned anticipation seeping into everything that made her whole and overthrowing the thing that kept her still, causing her to sway in her spot excitedly. It was always nice to see her significant other; even when they weren't together as a couple, it always was something that brought to her a significant satisfaction, if that makes sense. Perhaps it was that crush that seemed to always be there-- anyway. 

Today marked the day that they were supposed to have a delightful picnic somewhere that they were both supposedly familiar with, a place of solitude and quietness; aka the park. Sounds funny, right? 

Fortunately, today was a Sunday, so the amount of people there would be minimum, hopefully to give them both time alone since business already gets in the way of so much.

design: Focketyn del Rio studio  

structure: Schnetzer Puskas Ingenieure  

facade: x-made