A building whose exterior language is repeated within. ETFE folds become ceiling; the structural lattice becomes the geometry under which the piano sits. Inside and outside speak the same vocabulary.
The exterior language repeats itself within. The ETFE folds become ceiling, the membrane becomes wall, the structural lattice becomes the geometry under which the piano sits. Inside and outside speak the same vocabulary.
The conventional building speaks one language outside, another within. Piano Factory refuses the division.
An outer skin of ETFE membranes is held in tension between glass panels by a lattice of thin steel members. The same lattice — the same folds, the same geometry — is then carried inward to become the ceiling above the piano hall. The wall is the ceiling is the structure. The reader at the centre is inside the same idea they read from the street.
A building of one vocabulary, spoken at two scales.
The visitor moves from the sidewalk to the instrument without leaving the building's geometry. The same fold is encountered at five scales: as silhouette, as edge, as window, as ceiling, as the room around the piano.
Most buildings are bilingual: a public language outside, a private one within. The exterior is composed for the city; the interior is composed for the occupant. The two rarely speak to each other.
Piano Factory begins from the refusal of this division. The premise is that a building should speak one vocabulary, and that the experience of moving from outside to inside should not be a translation but a continuation. The visitor does not enter a different building. They enter the same building, from a different position.
The ETFE membrane is the carrier of this idea. Its folds are calibrated to a single structural logic — a steel lattice held in tension at the perimeter. That lattice does not stop at the façade. It continues inward, drops as the ceiling above the piano hall, then turns again to compose the soffit of the upper reading floor.
The fold is read at five scales: as silhouette from the avenue; as edge against the sky; as window at the threshold; as ceiling in the hall; as the immediate roof above the instrument. The visitor walks into the geometry they were already looking at.
This is not a virtuoso gesture. It is a discipline. Once the lattice is set, every interior surface follows. Every detail — handrail, balustrade, lighting bracket — is derived from the same fold. The building authors itself.
A speculative masterplan. The city as a translucent organism, bound by a single hydrological cycle.
Six water cycles — saline, grey, geothermal, rain, sewage, industrial — generate the spatial sequence. Each district is a station in a continuous metabolism.
Infrastructure is not concealed beneath architecture but constitutes it. Pink piping is made legible against concrete and glass.
The drawings hold two ideas at once: the schematic logic of the hydrological system, and the atmospheric experience of inhabiting it.
The pink is not decoration — it is borrowed from infrastructural codes, the colour of recycled water lines, and re-deployed at architectural scale. Where convention asks pipes to disappear, here they become façade, structure, threshold.
The work was developed without a brief. There is no client. The site is undisclosed. The plates are not proposals — they are positions.
A protocol for clearing the Korean DMZ. The work renames the African pouched rat Seosengwon — the honourable rat of Korean folk painting — and gives it a new occupation: peace.
The DMZ is the most heavily mined strip of land on earth. It is also, by accident, one of the most ecologically intact landscapes in northeast Asia.
The proposal is a 50-year demining protocol carried out jointly by the two Koreas. Its protagonist is a rat — too light to detonate a mine, trained to detect explosives by smell. The work renames it Seosengwon, the honourable rat of Korean folk painting, and gives it a new occupation.
Watchtowers are kept. Fences are removed slowly. The forest stays. Architecture, here, is the choreography of retreat.
Old battle site. Heaviest mine density. Habitat for the Korean crane.
River crossing. The Hantan flows through the strip — a soft border.
East end. Where the DMZ meets the sea. Migratory bird stop.
The protocol needs a home. Sited on the abandoned Kaesong Industrial Region — 70km from Seoul, 172km from Pyongyang — a bilateral facility where the Seosengwon are bred, trained, housed, and retired.
The protocol assumes co-operation. This is itself the speculation. Two military commands, working in pairs, in 4×4m grid cells, advancing 80m per year. At this pace, the strip is cleared in fifty years.
The rat does the seeing. A human pulls the lead. A second human, on the other side of the lead, watches. The triangular yellow signs — written in three languages, 지뢰 / MINE / 地雷 — are removed only after the cell is verified.
Architecture builds. This work proposes that architecture can also unbuild. The protocol designs the choreography of removal — fences, mines, signs — while keeping what the strip itself produced: the forest.
Keep the watchtowers. Keep three of them, well-spaced, as physical citation. Everything else returns to forest, to river, to ground.
A library without walls. Organic concrete columns stand in for tree trunks. The floor itself is a bookshelf — readers settle into it the way one settles into the forest floor.
It is a place to be creative, free, and comfortable — like sitting down at a spot to read in the woods. The floor bookshelves engage the user with the ground plane of the building.
The organic shaped columns represent tree trunks. They are densest along private areas, and sparser in public lounges. Each column carries a ventilation system within. Concrete — at once cool and warm — is the primary material.
Natural light is introduced through openings on the ceiling, designed along the shape of beams on the columns.
The premise is structural and atmospheric at once: replace the wall as the primary spatial element with the column.
Walls divide. Columns gather. A library organised by columns is a library in which the boundaries between rooms are negotiable, and the reader's body — not the architect's plan — defines the space.
The floor bookshelves are not a graphic move. They acknowledge a fact about reading: that the body wants to settle, to lean, to lie down. The architecture provides the surfaces for this.
Columns are densest at the perimeter and along the private reading rooms. They thin out toward the centre, where the public lounge gathers. The plan is a forest with a clearing.