Window A_genC_y

The careful landscaping of flowers in the garden, the old rocking chair on the front porch, the colorful birdhouse staked in the front lawn. While suburbia is notorious for its homogeneity, there are moments of quiet authorship that allow for far more individual expression than our city’s built infrastructure allows.

New York City sets the stage for immense individuality in ways that are rare elsewhere, but the exteriors of our homes are void of even the slightest reflection of identity.  With our limited shared ground so often being occupied by storefronts or lobbies or brownstones, our own influence on our facade does not extend much further than the AC we stick out of our windows.

Our curtains become our facade and we have layers that not only let us keep out and let in, but let out and keep in. But it’s not enough - an untapped opportunity for individual agency is waiting to be found. There must be more ways for our lives to start seeping through the cracks and spilling out the windows.