This house is not one of his most famous or jaw dropping (see this great blog post from 6000Times for a tight round up his really hot stuff), like the neighbouring 1967 Marsala House with its disco floor, but it is still pretty goddam sexy. Of course I took some snaps.
These babies greet you as you enter the house. Indoor water feature, now that is nice.
I'm buying tiles at the moment so honed straight in on those gorgeous hexagonal numbers. And what a wonderful textile hessian is for mounting artwork, why did that ever stop happening?
Outside is just as good, even the dogs have their own modernist residence.
The organisers of The Iwanoff Project have set the house up for the weekend to also showcase art fashion and jewellery from local designers, which didn't really work for me, but gave everyone who is not moved by mid-century design (see my companion for details) something else to look at.
Brutalist design is not for everyone, indeed my mother adopts a face of someone who has sucked a lemon if she happens to cross paths with any, but it certainly floats my boat. I'd live in it tomorrow, except that I couldn't live in Dianella, apologies to anyone from Dianella!