Thank you Mr. Eggleston...

In contemplating the dreamy notion of building a "dream house" my first thought: Why can't architecture be more like William Eggleston's photography? It never sets out to be epic. He's effortlessly attuned to something sublime in every mundane moment. His work is graphic, imperfect, and uplifting.

Today's sleek, self-conscious, ready-to-be-photographed-and-shown-in-a-magazine style arcitecture is a bore. Almost every new building I see reeks of anal mind and desperate modernity.

Process by beauty. Beauty by instinct. Instinct by hand. Hand by eye. Eye by truth. Truth by calling. Calling by...?

(photo by William Eggleston)