PILATE
On a steep slope, two houses cling to gravity’s edge. The zoning plan — blind, absolute, volumetric — dictates a block, a mass, a monument to indifference. Context reduced to coordinates.
We accept the numbers — area, height, volume — but refuse the form. The project becomes an act of subversion through compliance: the same metrics, rearranged as terraces. A translation rather than a design.
Two years of bureaucratic friction to prove that difference can exist within sameness. Regulation meets topography; volume becomes landscape; permission becomes architecture. Development not as growth, but as reinterpretation.
