I am from New Orleans— a city which dies and is reborn every hurricane season. Our city does not find refuge in what is lost, but in the ebb and flow of tradition, stories, and cuisine.
WILD. This is absolutely WILD. Ya'll I'M GOING TO YALE! You know I'm serious because, well, I said "ya'll" After an intense application season and counting the days between January 1st and decision announcements, there really wasn't a decision. This summer, I will begin Yale School of Architecture's three year track program towards a master's in architecture. While I sounded a little awkward and distracted in our Friday Studio Update video thanks to our dogs crashing the party, this is an achievement I'm so proud of. Not only was I offered admission to YSoA, but also three other programs and waitlisted for one. All schools I never thought I would gain admission to in my wildest dreams. I wasn't exactly a star...
What began as a simple oil change in our Rockwell Bandsaw quickly escalated into a full on, "Oh no, we need to fix this right now!" We thought we should put all the photos in one place. The project spanned a couple weeks meaning out attention span was spread thin.
Last Friday, we delivered four sculptures to their new homes in Kansas City, Missouri. We thoroughly enjoyed being back in our old stomping ground, an Epstein trip included. We moved to Columbia nearly two years ago, but Kansas City still feels like home. The day full of sunshine was an added bonus.