Frank Lloyd Wright Home + Studio Tour

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Sam’s folks were in town this last weekend, which allowed us to take advantage of doing some of the more tourist-y type things here in Chicago. One of our favorite places we’ve visited since living here is the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio located in Oak Park. There are so many perks to living here in Chicago, but access to historic buildings by so many renowned architects is something we’ve really grown to appreciate. We’ve done two river boat tours and visited FLW’s home twice since moving here. It’s fascinating learning more about the people who shaped and built our city into the space it is today.

Even though this is a short post, I wanted to share some photos from Frank Lloyd Wright’s home and studio. I tend to take more detail-oriented photographs, but I feel that FLW’s penchant for intimate details lends itself to this kind of visual documentation. I hope you enjoy the pictures and visit this beautiful estate-turned-museum yourself!

Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Chicago Tour - Living Room
Living room
Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Chicago Tour - Living Room Fireplace Nook
Living room nook
Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Chicago Tour - Living RoomF Furniture
Chairs and built-in couch in the living room
Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Chicago Tour - Butler's Pantry
Butler’s pantry
Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio Chicago Tour - Dining Room and Living Room floors
Floor love

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Galactic Dreams

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My childhood bedroom had two awesome perks: a half-finished crawlspace through my closet where I could hide away if I wanted to be alone, and a window that provided access to the roof. While my parents weren’t super thrilled about me hanging out with rat poison and fiberglass insulation in the crawlspace, they were decidedly not okay with my solo nighttime adventures onto the roof.

Despite how many times I was told not to go on the roof, I couldn’t help myself. The vast night sky called to me on summer nights, especially as a teenager, and I felt so at peace lying with my back against the asphalt shingles and staring at the cosmos. Our neighborhood was dark and the sky was infinite; if I lay there long enough, sometimes I felt like I was falling down into the depth of the sky instead of looking up at it. I was enchanted by the notion of a constantly expanding space, without boundaries, wild, predominately unchartered. It intoxicated me with its mysteries.

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