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My Earliest Memory Of Architecture, I Was Perhaps 6 Or 7 Years Old, Was Of My Aunt Building A House In Mosul In The North Of Iraq. The Architect Was A Close Friend Of My Father's And He Used To Come To Our House With The Drawings And Models. I Remember Seeing The Model In Our Living Room And I Think It Triggered Something, As I Was Completely Intrigued By It.

Wherever I Am In The World, My Perfect Day Begins With Waking Up And Heading To The Beach Or The Pool Or Somewhere I Can Be Semi-comatose. I Just Wake Up And Go To The Sun.

The Spirit Of Adventure To Embrace The New And The Incredible Belief In The Power Of Invention Attracted Me To The Russian Avant-garde.

I Think About Architecture All The Time. That's The Problem. But I've Always Been Like That. I Dream It Sometimes.

With Products The Form Is Almost The Finished Piece, But With Architecture It Is Not.