Who read our minds? Really, if an architect were to put needles and electrodes in/on our crazy heads, this is what they'd find. But who knew? This just shows that, despite how highly intellectually evolved we are (I just did a spit take) we do not know what is truly in our hearts and minds.
So, when can we move in? (By we, I mean the boys, the dogs, our friends who can hang in a giant toy box, and some llamas and a helium tank --for balloon parties, duh).
Here's some yadda yadda about the building:
Arakawa and Gins designed a building of nine apartments known as Reversible Destiny Lofts. Painted in eye-catching blue, pink, red, yellow and other bright colors, the building resembles the indoor playgrounds that attract toddlers at fast-food restaurants. Inside, each apartment features a dining room with a grainy, surfaced floor that slopes erratically, a sunken kitchen and a study with a concave floor. Electric switches are located in unexpected places on the walls so you have to feel around for the right one. A glass door to the veranda is so small you have to bend to crawl out. You constantly lose balance and gather yourself up, grab onto a column and occasionally trip and fall. (from Sushi and Sensibility, but co. Newseek)
The philosophy is that for old folk, this kind of wackiness will keep them on their toes and therefore invigorated enough to live to 107. Okay, fine. But I see nothing wrong with those "sweet" little retirement communities in Arizona with wee gardens and cafeterias and activity hour. This is OUR building, dammit.
love and coveting,