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What links Peter Zumthor’s spartan Swiss studio and the late Ted Kaczynski’s infamous Montana shed?

As the drone pans over the now empty, Borg-like interiors, commentators talk about the “soul” of the place.

It turns out that hill towns aren’t made all at once or by one person.

Everyone is recognizable, either because you know who they are or because you’ve seen these portraits before.

No doubt it’s a finer fate than the place becoming an Apple Store.

BYO: concrete pad, plumbing, electricity, interior finishes, permits, land, labor, tears.

The air in which the manifold facsimiles and translations were suspended was stale.

Ancient Egypt, so strange yet familiar, is a projection screen for every age.

Ours is a world where everything but us gets to go up in flames.

Ten years of the Architecture Lobby have brought noise, melody, and everything in between.

“Succession” was a terrific show about the daddy issues of the “stealth luxury” set—but a just-OK show about the intersection of media and politics.

The exhibition evokes medieval reliquaries—elevating the urban castoff to the realm of the sacred.

Since I first signed up for e-flux about six years ago, the publishing platform has graced my inbox to the tune of about ten emails a day.

New York’s foremost memoirist-crank blames the “normals”—influencers, neo-yuppies, consumers with bland taste—for the city’s decline.

The Star Wars–esque modular bathrooms have been kissed by a gentle coat of rust, from their corrugated metal facades to their tinny hand dryers.

Observations on New York’s sky-high columbaria of burnt money