“Don’t let your house be your master;
but the master be the house.”
*If reincarnation is real,
bring this soul to my life.*
Even in this photo, he’s the average of all the men I’ve ever dated:
He loves dogs the same way I do (you can see it in his eyes):
His job description includes:
His house is 99% my aesthetic and we would’ve made a beautiful house together. I can already feel that if I visited his house and museum, I would cry.
“Mercer thought it would be just lovely to live in a big castle-like home. So, he enlisted the help of zero architects and zero professional construction workers, and instead hired 10 farmhands to help him build this enormous structure out of concrete. They made it up as they went along, and the result is an extraordinary labyrinth of narrow staircases and doorways, tiles everywhere, and doggy pawprints in the concrete.”
“This is not just the former home of an eccentric millionaire, it is a study in composition. Fonthill is like a training ground that helps you learn to organize cluttered subjects into neat compositions. This is done by harnessing the angles and lines from the unusual architectural design of the interior spaces.”
I love this so much, on a level of love I’ve never experienced before.
(Photos from this wonderful blog with a beautiful motto.)
(And click here for gorgeous exterior shots!)