As a senior architectural student at Auburn University, he was our first official summer intern. After leaving us with dreams of New York City in his psyche, he landed a job at Interior Designer John Saladino’s office. Stints with other talented architects and interior designers followed. Many years later, when … [read more]
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a knack for noticing
Let me introduce myself. Like many of the designers at McAlpine Tankersley, I come from a small place with very little in the way of design—and my colleagues will not let me forget it. But although my upbringing could not give me “architecture with a capital A,” it did engender … [read more]
egoing concern
I was perusing the reviews of our latest book, Art of the House: Reflections on Design, and was struck by a review that said simply “Get over yourself!”. At first, I laughed, thinking this was the greatest and most succinct book review ever but then I started thinking about this … [read more]
poetics of space
I wrote about our experience here. Bobby McAlpine was honored to be one of the speakers during the Summit. He penned a poem about design that was a part of his talk. We’d like to share it with you: Beautiful things don’t make beautiful rooms any more than money makes … [read more]
a december prayer
Walking timidly, toward Christmas not trusting what I know to want or confess. I am humbled by design, by all I’ve gotten and squandered. The destinations I’ve mispronounced. The answer hovers in the air around me too familiar too see. It is “something to pray for” that is haunting me. … [read more]
the poet of place: a birthday honor
I was pondering all the words, both profound and profane, I’ve heard from him in the past 28 years of our relationship. I wish I could relay these but his thought process, passion and humor are hard to describe; you just have to experience them. The best print interview … [read more]
italian morningside
Italian Morningside May’s End Far from Alabama And close to home Here on Italian shore My heart envelopes me And uses its eyes to see Things strange and familiar Things it had told me all along I was not crazy to imagine Emotional landscape crashing into sea The difficult beauty … [read more]
a june prayer
School is out and I am about and free to be. If I were any happier there’d be two of me. Hence the seed Hence the notion Teenaged month. Why isn’t there one to share the wealth of feel? Gills open. All inclusive. I emit invitation. and connection, a courtly … [read more]
a january prayer
The pull away of all that bounty leaves a hole it seems. I am scared, uncelebrated, my flesh unpatted, assurance gone, party over, everyone done, just me alone. I am left to fill a vessel still, and spooky. Sleep has taken over and I am left to wander unseen, it … [read more]
attic fan
Recently, while cleaning out the attic in my 100 year-old house (pictured above) and preparing for an upcoming move, I was reminded how much I love being nestled within the folds of a roof form. There’s something very comforting about residing in the air space that results from the basic … [read more]
