That’s right: nothing below the fold! It’ll be nothing below the fold for the rest of the week, and you’ll take it and you’ll like it.

NO, you say, this is quite a lot to ask. You can take off Thansgiving; that is the way of things. You could ease off on Friday, because that’s happened before. There’s precedent. But walking away the day before - this is a breach of trust.

I agree. I am falling down on the job. Well, I’ve tales to tell about the reasons why. They will have to wait. They have to do with wood. Lots of wood.

HEY. Why am I apologizing? This is a Holiday week, so slackage is permitted. And by “holiday” I mean a redefined notion of the concept in more ways than you can imagine. But that's Monday.

Is there anything I can do to provide some entertainment today? Well, how about a 1971 office interior?

This is part of a project I've been working on the last week, arranging Bleat banners for 2026 with an eye towards 1970s design. "But I thought you had an allergic reaction to that era," a faithful reader might protest, and said reader, whom I have conjured just as a mouthpiece sitting in my lap with a sardonic grin and large staring sightless eyes and a hole in his back for my grasping hand, would be correct. I don't know what is going on, exactly, except that I am now drawn to the early 70s design as a sort of comfort zone, a time way in advance of The Troubles. It's distant and remote, the world of TV, or new buildings on college campuses where I would go to visit the library or do Speech and Debate. I don't know. I can't do nature photos for 2026. Don't feel like the usual 50s and 60s stuff, because I've been doing that forever.

But, says the leering wooden manque on my lap, isn't this Interior Desecrators territory? Why yes. Thank you for the reminder.

"And this is where water comes out of the wall, and you can use it to remove oils and dirts from your mortal coil."

The suspended ceiling with deeply recessed coffers was a hallmark of the era - and it never fails to strike me as oppressive and ominous, as if it could stamp down and mince everyone into quivering bits.

The baroque phase of late modernism. A shopping mall. What do you think? I mean that, and not in the annoying X way of ginning up engagement.

It's an ad for a security screen manufacturer, by the way. These are all ads from Architectural Record, and as I frequently note, the trade publications have an entirely different take on the customer-facing imagery.

Oh, the banner above? It was the HQ for Burlington.

Until it wasn't.

That'll do. Comments will be open Thu and Fri. Hope you've taken the turkey out of the fridge.