The Last Outpost

The Beginning of the End

The sun doesn't just shine here; it punishes. The building had to be a shield first, a home second. We used the local earth, mixed with a small amount of copper slag from the nearby mines, to create walls that bleed green when it (rarely) rains.

The Internal Void

Inside, the temperature drops by twenty degrees. The air is still. There is a sense that the desert is waiting just outside the door, ready to reclaim the space the moment you stop paying attention.

The copper plates on the roof were designed to oxidize at different rates, creating a topographical map of the wind patterns over the next century. It is a slow-motion performance piece.

The Beginning of the End

The sun doesn't just shine here; it punishes. The building had to be a shield first, a home second. We used the local earth, mixed with a small amount of copper slag from the nearby mines, to create walls that bleed green when it (rarely) rains.

The Internal Void

Inside, the temperature drops by twenty degrees. The air is still. There is a sense that the desert is waiting just outside the door, ready to reclaim the space the moment you stop paying attention.

The copper plates on the roof were designed to oxidize at different rates, creating a topographical map of the wind patterns over the next century. It is a slow-motion performance piece.

The Beginning of the End

The sun doesn't just shine here; it punishes. The building had to be a shield first, a home second. We used the local earth, mixed with a small amount of copper slag from the nearby mines, to create walls that bleed green when it (rarely) rains.

The Internal Void

Inside, the temperature drops by twenty degrees. The air is still. There is a sense that the desert is waiting just outside the door, ready to reclaim the space the moment you stop paying attention.

The copper plates on the roof were designed to oxidize at different rates, creating a topographical map of the wind patterns over the next century. It is a slow-motion performance piece.

The Beginning of the End

The sun doesn't just shine here; it punishes. The building had to be a shield first, a home second. We used the local earth, mixed with a small amount of copper slag from the nearby mines, to create walls that bleed green when it (rarely) rains.

The Internal Void

Inside, the temperature drops by twenty degrees. The air is still. There is a sense that the desert is waiting just outside the door, ready to reclaim the space the moment you stop paying attention.

The copper plates on the roof were designed to oxidize at different rates, creating a topographical map of the wind patterns over the next century. It is a slow-motion performance piece.

The Beginning of the End

The sun doesn't just shine here; it punishes. The building had to be a shield first, a home second. We used the local earth, mixed with a small amount of copper slag from the nearby mines, to create walls that bleed green when it (rarely) rains.

The Internal Void

Inside, the temperature drops by twenty degrees. The air is still. There is a sense that the desert is waiting just outside the door, ready to reclaim the space the moment you stop paying attention.

The copper plates on the roof were designed to oxidize at different rates, creating a topographical map of the wind patterns over the next century. It is a slow-motion performance piece.