I spent three years in a high-end production studio where we used expensive, laser-etched aluminum tags for every single component, as if a piece of metal could somehow compensate for…

I was clearing out a corner of the studio last Tuesday when I tripped over a stack of birch plywood offcuts that had been sitting there since 2014. They weren’t…

I remember standing in my studio three years ago, surrounded by a graveyard of bent walnut and misaligned joinery, staring at a prototype that looked perfect on paper but felt…

There is this pervasive, polished lie in design circles that maintenance is something you schedule—a clean, clinical ritual performed once a month when the “real work” is done. It’s total…

There’s this pervasive, polished lie in design school that “sharpening” your skills is something that happens in a vacuum—a meditative retreat or a curated workshop where you emerge more enlightened.…

I spent twenty minutes yesterday staring at a slab of walnut that, by every standard rule of industrial production, should have been tossed into the scrap bin. There was a…

I was halfway through surfacing a walnut slab for a client’s dining table when the grain suddenly gave way to a hairline check that looked more like a canyon. My…

I was staring at a half-finished walnut sideboard last Tuesday, the scent of sawdust thick in the air, when I realized the joinery I’d spent three days perfecting was fundamentally…

I was standing in a dusty corner of a workshop in Milan last spring, waiting for a CNC machine to finish a complex routing job, when I realized how much…

I remember sitting in my studio three years ago, surrounded by the scent of freshly sawn walnut and the mounting dread of a calendar that looked more like a battlefield…