Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


Each morning, my friend Keir sends around photos of great bits and bobs as a morning visual treat. Recently he emailed these images of the Los Angeles home of architect . The photos were taken by .

It came at a time when I was being asked at work what sort of architect I would like to be. I can confirm that that morning, I thought I would like to be Los Angeles architect Ray Kappe, and be living in this house.


Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


Sunlight, simple, honest materials, a bit of greenery and a chair to sit in. Move me in.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – LA houses like this are what happens when modernist ideas go to the coast, unwinds by the beach, and unravels in all this louche, approachable brilliance. This is the sort of modern house you’d want to be your friend.


Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


Bring back the conversation pit. Bring it back! A complex spatial arrangement, layering of levels and views and materials is handled so that a large volume never loses touch with the human scale. Lots of little nooks and bits and places to sit with friends or a book. And that timber ceiling is a little bit of linear heaven.


Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


Stairs and plants and not a handrail in sight. Those were the days!


Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


Bags the top bed. Oh the summer holiday house memories that are conjured by looking at those scratchy knobbly blankets.


Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.

Ray Kappe House in Los Angeles | Yellowtrace.


And here we’ll leave chez Kappe. I’ve no idea what this house is really like, and goodness knows so often the physical experience of places is very different to a look through a lens. But in my imaginings, this house filled with the scent of old books and aged timber, oil paint, well-loved sofas, and the fragrance of eucalypts on the breeze. There’d be dust motes slowly hanging in shafts of light, birdsong in the garden, and ease of being borne of good design. If anyone is lucky enough to have been and it’s not a jot like this, break it to me gently – it’s a beguiling dream.

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About The Author

Luke Moloney

Luke is an architect from Sydney who has travelled extensively throughout Australia, Western Europe and Southern Africa. He has a deep appreciation of Scandinavian architecture and design, and a love of architectural history in general. He believes that the best design is beautiful and accessible, uncomplicated, and a pleasure. Luke buys far too many books, and in his spare time wonders if he has what it takes to be ‘Detail’ magazine’s first cover model.

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