A few weeks ago, a couple friends and I were about to watch a surprisingly bad scifi movie in my crowded apartment. One of them asked if we could dim the lights, and started to head to the switch. "No, no, I've got it," I said, reaching into my pocket. "He's reaching for his phone!" said the friend. This was the…
In a way, what you do in the privacy of your own home is literally Ikea's business. So it's no surprise that the Swedish company spends a ton of time and money studying how people live. What is surprising, though, is what its latest study found out. Including the fact that you're not the only one who reads their phone…
Moving to a brand new city where you don't know anyone? Fuh-fuh-frightening. Not for this guy who posted on Craigslist looking for a roommate. In his words, he's a master chef of yellow squash carpaccio, Vonnegut reader, James Fucking Taylor on the geetar and not a racist.
If you were anything like me growing up, you dreamt about living in a firehouse just so you could have a fire pole to slide down. This San Francisco townhouse is the house I dreamt about. I'm so moving here.
Twenty years ago, Capsule Hotel Shinjuku 510 was a place where Tokyo's businessmen could get a quick night's sleep after a long day at the office. Today it's an apartment building for those left unemployed by the devastating recession.
This week, San Francisco is entering another one of those "heatwaves" as the newspaper calls them. That's 75 degrees, for those of you uninitiated to the reality of Bay Area micro climates. Which makes me think of this mini electric climate controller from the Herman Miller Be Collection.