Here's some eye candy for a Wednesday afternoon. We're loving this summer house, built by BAK in Mar Azul, in the Buenos Aires province, on the coast. The house is so modern and chic, and incorporates the trees on the property into the architecture itself.
Plucked or planted, our trees and flowers often speak for us when we cannot. A posy for the sweetheart, a laurel for the victor, a garland for the dead—they are quiet articulations of love, hope, and mourning. This is the language of plants, and it is worth remembering for those flying over Argentina's pampas plains, for it explains an odd vision in the monotonous topography. The blue-and-green guitar is two-thirds of a mile long, an enormous aberration in the uniformly-low grasslands.