I'm slightly obsessed with the dilapidated Neutra across the street from me.
It was built in 1933 for Ernest and Bertha Mosk,
a young, non-affluent couple with sophisticated taste and an eye for modernism.
For Neutra the work was a replicable prototype for steep hillside development.
A few months after moving in, Bertha wrote the architect to express their
"feeling that now we have the freedom to breathe and grow.
The house is alive and so we too feel vital."
I know the power of the light in this canyon,
and can only imagine how Neutra maximized the southern exposure and hillside views.
Ironically, in its current state, the house is an eyesore.
My obsessive thoughts are about restoring this architectural gem to it's original splendor.
"Above and below the rows of steel casements running continuously around the bedroom wing,
were wooden and stucco bands, painted to heighten the building's "machine identity"
in various hues of silver-grey aluminum."
Never say never.