I hope you like rectangles.
Because this Boston-area mid-century modern is basically 100% rectangles.
Even most of the furniture is rectangular.
Much nicer photos than those on the listing, as well as a floor plan can be found on the virtual tour.
According to said virtual tour, this room is apparently the “office.” Nothing helps me be productive quite like sewage waste rushing down the pipes right next to my face while I work.
Other than this odd room, the home is quite nice.
Another wistful entry in the universe’s Big Book of Things People Thought Would Make Them Happy, I guess – quite like the previous property on that point.
Of course, this property may only ever have been meant for display as part of the architect-builder’s professional persona-cum-portfolio – a function it may competently continue so long as there exists goop with which to seal it.
Kinda like one of those Twinkies they say last for decades… nothing wrong with it per se, just sorta incompatible with human life.
Interesting. Anodean, I don’t find it unlivable so much as… unfulfilled. There’s a little something lacking everywhere. For example, the overall shape of the kitchen is kinda neat. But three different colors and materials chopping up the surfaces (four if you include the floor) blows the cohesiveness of the space. Multiple materials in the same or very similar colors would work better.
Another example, the “architectural honesty” of concrete block has not really held up aesthetically over the years. Reminds me of basement apartments from my college days.
It’s also really hard to pull off concrete floors as a residential aesthietic. It can be done, but requires fairly stringent decor options, which ain’t happening here. They idea was the modernistic sparse-chic look, but the result is more of a hit-and-miss effort, rather than well thought out minimalism. It’s not empty enough to be successfully sparse-chic and yet it’s not full enough to feel homey. Again, reminiscent of just-past college decor – a little of this, a little of that… Definitely not sleek and modern.
…Especially with so damn many messy power cords – everywhere!
The exterior reminded me instantly of the ubiquitous small-town roadside motels from the fifties (or maybe sixties) that you can still find throughout the south and southwest. Big glass door or glass wall, flat roofs, and names such as “Rocket Motel.” “Unfulfilled”- yes; just passing through, leaving for Texarkana at 6 AM… The 7-11 one block back woulda had them Twinkies, too.