Due to the disastrous port explosion that claimed the lives of over 200 innocent souls, this week we write in tribute to their memories, to our city, Beirut.

The house is the most intimate shelter of a soul, as intimate as a piece of clothing.

For my family, chai is the elixir of life. It is had at least twice a day and offered to all who enter our home. And for most of my life, I have consumed it within the walls of my home in Tennessee and Bombay, knowing it to be a lasting testament of my Gujarati heritage.

A break from recipes to ask “Where does a food space begin?” mine is rooted in maps.

On manifestos

After the war, Anna and Larry (Friedmann) Flynn settled in Vancouver. They married and purchased a rainbow house: a stuccoed bungalow on W 64th Street.

A close encounter…

Spray, scrub, sweep, swipe, splatter.

Towers, observatories, watchtowers, windmills, sheds, and nameless structures – the world of Minoru Nomata.

A journey through the unexpected places a single IG tag can take you and showing you one of my own favorite research processes in the process of doing so.

Reflecting on explorations at the intersection of industrial production and architectural application.

A conversation on parents

6:20 minutes

A tradition for most, but not for us. A sweet holiday challah, or a challah for any occasion.

While breakfast anchors my grandfather’s day, it anchors my family to a place and people oceans away.

Funes has been gifted and cursed by an extraordinary eidetic memory. What he wants is to encode each number a unique name of an object, a person, a place, a sound, a smell, or another number. He isn’t the only one who attempted to name a series of things.

Passageways, mirrors, windows, and doors
These are the unflinching metaphors of domestic spaces

The high school gymnasium is a scary place. For many queer people, the locker room is perhaps the more frightening portion of that space—that chamber in which we would undress, shower, redress, address and avoid each other, pray for the bell to ring, and hope that everyone forgot we actually had to play sports.

A holiday recipe bridging generations, countries, and 70 years. of family.

A conversation on sharing

5:32 minutes

Time moves differently in this neighborhood…