The Avocado House.

Coconut Grove.

What a beautiful disaster. It’s probable that most rational beings would have gotten as far away as possible from this 91-year old, potential nightmare. Who’d have thunk it? Ended up being a dream.

Before.

After.

The Avocado House.

After.

I mean, still, a little bit of a beautiful disaster, but way cleaner, more functional than ever, and frankly far more beautiful and significantly less disaster-y. Also, that garden was everything.

Credits.

My family. / The bank. / My family that acted like a bank. / Jason Adams, the best architect on the planet. / Salomon and his crew, the hardest working this side of the Mississippi.