The Workroom Apprentice & The Architecture of Scale
Living above my mother’s antique store at the corner of Madison & Belvedere in the heart of Midtown Memphis, education didn't happen in air-conditioned lecture halls. It happened on workroom cutting tables, surrounded by heavy bolts of French silk damask, cast brass fittings, and aged walnut patina.
Working in European drapery and antique restoration taught me what most modern design overlooks: weight, structural proportion, and honesty. If a timber frame wasn't plumb, you felt it. If fabric wasn't weighted correctly, it fell lifeless. That tactile standard permanently anchored my visual vocabulary.
Between shifts, Midtown streetlife was raw and unscripted. Mowing the corner park across from the shop for $35 to earn a Libertyland season pass meant pulling empty Stag bottles from azalea shrubs and hosing down neighborhood legends like Dancing Jimmy under the streetlights.