A facade in Portugal; midtown skyscrapers; paving in Brooklyn; brick wall inside a Dumbo loft;
detailing in Portugal; open bar in Soho; homemade whole Branzinos; Venetian facade.
After thanksgiving, I spent a lot of time with my nuclear family. Including my parents and sister,
there are four of us. Following all the wonderful craziness of a bustling and ever-growing dining table
at my cousin's house for the holiday dinner, I couldn't help thinking how nice and quiet it was to
relax just us four.
Much of the architecture that surrounds us is composed of sets of four: four corners, four quadrants, patterns of four in the stonework or the ornamental details. It's a number that sets up a sturdy and even foundation. And when that translated into a chilly night indoors, with only four opinions to dictate the evening, I knew that we could manage some peace.
Sometimes four is just the right amount.