The wooden horse

Brompton is a dramatically altered suburb from 20 years ago. light commercial and industrial litered its skyline, acompanied by pockets of working class dwellings. The 'wooden horse' aspect of the brief a rethink of rebuilding in a culturally sensitive area. With some research by my neighbour Ruth, we uncovered that the area was a textile industry hub, which became the focus of your attention. I went along with the enteraining thought that a series of houses could playfully pose as factories of the textile industry. My house became the import/export, storage quarters while Ruth's took on a role of the manufacturing plant. This notion was also interwined with the earlier notion of the tower as a metaphor of the trajectory of life, where upon the entry to the building is a moment of reflection while on the move, mimicking lifes journey itself. (explained in the talk)

Factory of deceit is my than apperance and form alone. It functions like a distribution building should. The 'messy' and 'undigified' areas such as the garage mimick the goods recieving docks, while the guest enterance is at the other end, welcomed by a shared atrium space. The public and private spaces are very much divided, where the main bedroom can only be accessed ny a private staircase. The guest are led upto the fiest floor directly by an external staircase, uninterupting the large open plan living quarters.