|NEWBURY - Even the Boston Society of Architects, which gave it an award for good design, announced: ''We wouldn't want to live here.''
And the designer, Keith Moskow, begins his own PR blurb with the words: ''The Hall-Dorval house is not for everyone.''
They're missing the point. Houses shouldn't be for everyone. It would be a bland world indeed if they were. This house, on a rural site in Newbury, is right for the family that lives here. It's gritty, industrial, informal, like the garage-rock ethic it echoes.
That's not to say it isn't also a little weird. Here are three examples:
Eventually, Hall plans to hollow out the top surface, hang a metal chimney above, and call it a fireplace.
Or there's the traveling crane. Like something you'd find in a shipyard or stoneyard, this heavy steel beam rolls on tracks across the second-floor ceiling. A cable hangs down, from which the kids swing Tarzan-like. Eventually - there's that word again - the plan is that the cable will attach to a sofa. The sofa will swing from it, and also will be able to be transported across the floor to follow the sun.
You get the idea. One, the house is made of salvage, things picked up here and there, junk if you want to call it that. Two, it's never going to be finished because there's always going to be more salvage. Just recently, Hall bought a dozen 12-foot granite slabs left over after renovations to Boston's Prudential Center. ''We'll figure out something to do with them,'' he says.
Hall and architect Moskow are partners in a company that buys, renovates, and leases old buildings. Their renovation crew built the house, with help from the owners and friends. Cost was minimal: So far, the owners figure, they've spent $44 per square foot of floor area - not counting all those snacks for the friends.
|Living here is like rattling around in a big industrial loft - but a loft in the country. The property is 15 acres, and it faces directly onto 600 acres of Trustees of Reservations land, which will never be developed. David, Lisa, Jacob, Ella, and Buster (the Australian terrier) share the site with coyotes, deer, foxes, and owls - and monster salt-marsh mosquitoes. (There will be a screened porch ''eventually.'') Indoors, everything is wide open: Only the bathrooms have doors, or at least will have them eventually; for the time being, curtains serve. Even the bed in the master bedroom loft is screened only by its headboard, not by walls.
What they didn't want
''We'd been living in a small place,'' says Dorval, who's a psychotherapist in a group practice. ''Jacob is very active; he needs to be riding a bike, or swinging from a rope, or building something. We wanted a fun place, not precious, not where you'd worry if stuff spilled on the floor. It's like having a gymnasium.'' She's used to alternative housing: As a girl, she and her family spent summers in a trailer with a front porch on Lake Winnipesaukee.
|Here's a quick rundown on some of those materials: |
The roof framing is light steel trusses, a product from a company called Miracle Steel that is normally used for factories and airplane hangars. Hall spotted it in an engine repair shop and fell in love with it. The roof is Galvalum, the shiny metallic stuff you see on New England barns. The interior framing is steel from a Cape Cod building that began its life as a Boston Whaler plant and ended as a Reebok factory. Hall bought the salvage rights to the entire building before it was demolished. Partitions at the bathrooms are ordinary studs and wood sheathing - ''camp-style walls,'' Hall calls them. The floor at the ground level is concrete, and the others are pine with five coats of bowling-alley polyurethane. Indoor railings - you need a lot of them, because each floor overlooks the one below - are old sprinkler pipe, with fiberglass bug screen stretched between. A bridge at the third floor is fire-escape grating. Cheap recycled kitchen cabinets are freshened with a new copper countertop. On the outdoor deck, the cookout stove was once a stainless steel pressure vessel in some kind of factory; Hall found it in a wrecker's yard. The deck railing is supported by highway guardrail posts. The deck itself is Honduran mahogany boards; they were rejected from another construction job and then resold by an outfit called Lumber Liquidators. The heating is from radiant pipes embedded in the concrete floor.
|Tree bed and secret door
A special gem is young Jacob's room. Hall built a sort of open tent around the bed, made of white birch branches with the bark left on. ''As a kid I'd always wanted a tree bed,'' Hall admits. There's also a ladder, Jacob's ladder, that rises to a private loft from which a ''secret door'' opens onto an attic level.
Both the owners and their architect tend to joke about the house, a little nervously, as if they felt slightly embarrassed. Maybe they think it feels too hippie for the 1990s. They shouldn't. Not only does it offer a breathtaking sense of openness and space, rather like the backstage of a theater, but it also offers the subtler joys of architectural punning: a sauna that is also a tanning vat, a deck rail that ought to be somewhere out on Route 1. There's pleasure in that kind of transformation of found objects from one purpose to another. An artist like Marcel Duchamp would have loved the house.
It may not be for everyone, but Hall gets it right when he says: ''Living here is phenomenal.''
This story ran on page F01 of the Boston Globe on 06/11/98.
© Copyright 1998 Globe Newspaper Company.
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