‘It is an extension of my home’, says the designer, architect David Luck, of a floating black structure whose geometry has been pushed and pulled beyond the polite box. ‘Just a living- room that is an hour away by car.’
That’s if the arteries that connect his ‘sardined’ worker’s cottage in cosmopolitain Prahran to the Victorian wine industry’s most popular seaside planting place aren’t clogged with holiday-makers. Then the trip from the city dining table – which during the day dutifully doubles as an office desk – to the coastal coffee table might take Luck and his partner Robinne Kinnane, a less pleasurable hour and a half.
‘You see we live and work at home and by the end of the week are just craving distance from the business,’ he explains. ‘Down there we have no phone lines, no internet connection, no dishwasher, no four burner hot-plates, no double ovens, no security gates, no technology, no clocks – just the kookaburras mouthing off at dawn and dusk. It’s like camping, like living in a tent.’
This is not to suggest that the house Luck designed and built (entirely with his own hands) is a portable shelter made of canvas, but that it has been designed to promote an appreciation of the environment with a minimum amount of disturbance to it’s eco-systems. It has been deliberately dumbed-down in a playground part of the world where an alarming number of property owners seem intent on replicating their suburban experience –