Welcome to The Looker, a column about the design and style of San Francisco Standard Editor-At-Large Erin Feher.
“You go in here and you either love it or you hate it,” says Donald Sambucci about the house in the Green St. 1824, regardless of which warehouse you fall into, I ask someone to cross the threshold without hearing audibly.
Nothing is as expected. The couralous concrete walls of the living room seem to pulsate and pulsate, their structured, wavy pattern that lurks something magical that lurks directly under the surface and tries to assert itself. The bumps of the spiral staircase, which are formed from the same material, are reminiscent of the wrapped cock of an old reptile. Visitors said it feels like you are entering the profit creation in an ambitious sand cup competition.