We touch to understand a space. Our fingers read architecture the way our eyes read a page: the pull of a latch, the hesitant give of a heavy door, the cold kiss of a window handle in winter. These are not incidental gestures. They form the grammar of living spaces,

ON FALLING BACK IN LOVE I started Bobbie because I wanted to remember why I fell in love with architecture in the first place. Somewhere along the way, that feeling gets harder to hold onto. It’s not because architecture stops being meaningful, it’s because it gets crowded, and