DC’S HIPPEST HOTELS WORTHY OF A STAYCATION

I don’t know when the term “staycation” was invented, or who was able to twist the sad notion that they were just too tired to go anywhere on vacation into a hip thing that people strived toward, but….props to the 21st century for this one. If you’ve ever gotten back from vacation having seen a new slice of the world but honestly feeling like you probably should have just slept the whole time, you’re not alone – the act of actually going and doing is, quite frankly, exhausting. DC’S HIPPEST HOTELS WORTHY OF A STAYCATION

DC ARCHITECT INSPO: OSSOLINSKI ARCHITECTS

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Do you ever have one of those days when you’re walking around the city, the sun’s out, the metro was running on time, there’s the smell of coffee and your favorite whiff of bakery in the air, and you almost get goosebumps thinking about how great DC is? On the days that you get stopped for hours upon hours in presidential motorcade traffic or pay your mortgage, it might be hard to remember – but it’s important to take stock of what an amazing city we’re living in. Of course, there is a long list of elements that make it great – the people, the history, the energy, the places. Oh, the places you can go in DC – and what makes a city more city-esque than the buildings, from the sky high rises to the home sweet homes where city dwellers lay their heads at night, architecture is a huge piece of any city’s puzzle. DC ARCHITECT INSPO: OSSOLINSKI ARCHITECTS

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE OUT OF *WHAT*?

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Container houses are literally made of trash, you know – the steel containers, most of which originate in China, just aren’t cost-effective to ship back and reuse, so thousands of discarded ones began piling up around port towns.  One day, someone looked at one and said, “I should make this into a house.”  That’s where so many things came from;  someone looked at a piece of trash and said to themselves, “I can work with this.”  (I mean, that’s how most of my relationships started, too.) YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE OUT OF *WHAT*?

“If you prefer your brick discreetly plastered and wallpapered like a 19th century gentlewoman in 11 floor-length petticoats and a ruffled turtleneck, this isn’t the place for you.  But if you like your brick as naked as a 58-year old French guy at a nude beach, call your bank.”

“If you prefer your brick discreetly plastered and wallpapered like a 19th century gentlewoman in 11 floor-length petticoats and a ruffled turtleneck, this isn’t the place for you.  But if you like your brick as naked as a 58-year old French guy at a nude beach, call your bank.”

THERE’S AN AIRBNB FOR ARCHITECT NERDS, AND THE LISTINGS ARE INCREDIBLE

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If you look through the listings on Airbnb and think, “these are nice, but they aren’t quite enough black turtleneck-ish,” then I have the site for you.  It’s called Plans Matter, and it’s an Airbnb-type short-term rental site, only all the homes for rent have been vetted by real life fancy architects.  That means you could stay in a genuine Frank Lloyd Wright house for a couple hundred bucks a night, take a ton of photos of yourself lounging around the priceless home, and then use them forever in all your online dating profiles.  (When your confused date sees your basement apartment for the first time, you can be like, “oh, this is just a place I rent to keep me humble.”) THERE’S AN AIRBNB FOR ARCHITECT NERDS, AND THE LISTINGS ARE INCREDIBLE

THIS SELF-CLEANING HOUSE SHOULD’VE BEEN MORE POPULAR THAN THE IPHONE – SO WHY WASN’T IT?

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Photo courtesy: The New York Times

I hate cleaning my house, so I just don’t do it.  That sometimes leads to situations like the time I began sorting through a pile of sweaters on the floor of my bedroom and uncovered a writhing nest of silverfish.  Still, I refuse to clean.  Imagine my surprise when I recently learned there’s a decades-old solution to my problem that no one told me about. THIS SELF-CLEANING HOUSE SHOULD’VE BEEN MORE POPULAR THAN THE IPHONE – SO WHY WASN’T IT?