The soft glow of my monitor was the only light in the room, illuminating not a blueprint, but a flurry of emails from anxious clients. It...

The scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun – that’s the smell of my architectural education. I remember poring...

The cramped studio apartment was a familiar rite of passage for many young architects in the city. Mine was no exception. Twenty-eight...

It was a Monday in late June, the air in my Thong Lo office thick with the promise of another evening downpour. The client sitting across...

The monsoon rains were drumming a steady rhythm against the large windows of my studio in Bang Khayaeng, a welcome counterpoint to the...

The midday sun, even filtered through the blinds of my Bang Khayaeng studio, carried the unmistakable weight of a Pathum Thani afternoon....