I was at my parents’ house and Will Smith was coming over to visit. I wanted to prepare him a glass of fresh-squeezed OJ, so I started juicing oranges. My mom‘s juicer was massive – a big circular disc like a 18” pizza, with the juicing nub in the middle. I was trying to impress Mom because I was friends with Will Smith but she didn‘t seem to know who he was. I finally had to yell “He was the Fresh Prince!” but she still didn‘t know who I was talking about.
I had the pleasure of publishing an interview with him in 1998 which is floating around online somewhere still…
on the beach
Of course in the usual rush of packing for a trip, I took the good digital camera which had a dead battery. So as usual, these photos are disappointingly taken by my mobile phone.
This is the ceiling (shot from the floor); there are also acoustic devices embedded here.
The room, while very large, still felt cozy.
I think this was designed in the 1950‘s; it has flourishes of mid-century futurism, yet is also extremely grounded.
I was quite taken by this room, which was striking and beautiful yet conformed to the Scandinavian principles of functionalism etc. Here, the wall is molded for acoustic properties, allowing sound from the front of the room to carry to the back without amplification and without too much echo.