“March 27, 2019, I am tidying up a bookshelf in the lobby of the building. I put Gisele Bundchen’s book on top of the Oscar Niemeyer.

The David Bowie on top of the Rolling Stones, a special issue signed by the group or should I put this one on top of the Bowie book?

Diana straightens out the old globes with Nasir and Renata the culinary books that are stored on the bottom of the bookshelf. The lounge is ready and all of the furniture brings a pleasant vibe in this space that is very well-lit by this city’s light which I love. A beautiful brunette, around 40 years old, wearing a light white linen dress, gathers a package that has just arrived from “Music Row” in the room next to the hall. I had already noticed her while I was speaking with the concierge about something or other. She stops and looks at our work. She pays some compliments and is willing to help us. We politely refuse, not knowing what to do. Jennifer Ruiz introduces herself; we politely reciprocate. After all, during these last couple of hours nobody had paid us any attention.

She compliments the building and is very happy to be living here. She lives in one of the smaller apartments. She says goodbye and offers once again to help us. We fell a bit embarrassed by the offer. She realizes it and says she will be down in half an hour. Jennifer is a flutist in the Miami Symphony Orchestra recently-divorced from an important journalist. She tries to disguise her sadness, but is happy with her almostempty apartment. In the living room there is only a solid ecru-colored carpet, a Charles Eames club-chair, the leather of which is quite spent and its foot-stool. Alongside, a lampshade from the 50’s bought last week in Winwood. On the terrace, a single chair where, sadly, she passes hours looking at nothing. She loves as the light filters through the “brises” of the façade and the changing shadows as the time passes. For her, this is music; she has already become accustomed to the emptiness and does not want anything else. She decides to go downstairs and help the architects in the unending job of setting up the bookshelf

At the end of the day we go to drink an iced-tea in her apartment. Everyone was sitting on the floor, Nasir on the Eames and I on the foot-stool. There was a wonderful sun-set on the Grove and she plays something by Ravel. Magnificent, truly magnificent. This is why I love architecture!”

Studio MK27

LIGHTHOUSE

location > miami . usa
project > march . 2015
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architecture > studio mk27
architect > marcio kogan
coarchitect > renata furlanetto
interiors > diana radomysler
architecture team > diego solano . gabriela chow . giovanni meirelles . lair reis . luciana antunes . raquel reznieck
interiors team > pedro ribeiro . eline ostyn
communication team > carlos costa . laura guedes . mariana simas
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render > miguel muralha

“March 27, 2019, I am tidying up a bookshelf in the lobby of the building. I put Gisele Bundchen’s book on top of the Oscar Niemeyer.

The David Bowie on top of the Rolling Stones, a special issue signed by the group or should I put this one on top of the Bowie book?

Diana straightens out the old globes with Nasir and Renata the culinary books that are stored on the bottom of the bookshelf. The lounge is ready and all of the furniture brings a pleasant vibe in this space that is very well-lit by this city’s light which I love. A beautiful brunette, around 40 years old, wearing a light white linen dress, gathers a package that has just arrived from “Music Row” in the room next to the hall. I had already noticed her while I was speaking with the concierge about something or other. She stops and looks at our work. She pays some compliments and is willing to help us. We politely refuse, not knowing what to do. Jennifer Ruiz introduces herself; we politely reciprocate. After all, during these last couple of hours nobody had paid us any attention.

She compliments the building and is very happy to be living here. She lives in one of the smaller apartments. She says goodbye and offers once again to help us. We fell a bit embarrassed by the offer. She realizes it and says she will be down in half an hour. Jennifer is a flutist in the Miami Symphony Orchestra recently-divorced from an important journalist. She tries to disguise her sadness, but is happy with her almostempty apartment. In the living room there is only a solid ecru-colored carpet, a Charles Eames club-chair, the leather of which is quite spent and its foot-stool. Alongside, a lampshade from the 50’s bought last week in Winwood. On the terrace, a single chair where, sadly, she passes hours looking at nothing. She loves as the light filters through the “brises” of the façade and the changing shadows as the time passes. For her, this is music; she has already become accustomed to the emptiness and does not want anything else. She decides to go downstairs and help the architects in the unending job of setting up the bookshelf

At the end of the day we go to drink an iced-tea in her apartment. Everyone was sitting on the floor, Nasir on the Eames and I on the foot-stool. There was a wonderful sun-set on the Grove and she plays something by Ravel. Magnificent, truly magnificent. This is why I love architecture!”

Studio MK27