Why We Reject the Window

Our critics accuse us of hostility toward glazing. This is false. We are not hostile; we are merely correct. A window is a hole through which the outside world is permitted to be loud at you.

We prefer the porthole, a modest circular perforation roughly 11 centimetres across, cut with a pair of scissors and an air of reluctance. It admits just enough daylight to hold a mood, and just enough bird to be tormenting. For the client who insists on a view, we offer the Peekaboo Wall: fourteen portholes at varying heights, so that no passerby can tell which one is watching them. This is the entire point of architecture.