LITTLE ROCK — An MRI exam of Holger Schubert's head might reveal an inner space of bare, winterwhite walls, polished concrete, wall-to-ceiling glass and halogen lighting.
"I like very pure, minimalistic, empty space," says the 41-year-old product designer. Schubert's house, under construction on two acres in west Los Angeles, will be a symphony in spareness: three glass boxes as the main living quarters, a pool house with cantilevered roof, a Japanese tea house and a glass-walled guest house facing an enormous Zen stone garden.
The relentlessly orthogonal Schubert has allowed himself one concession to voluptuousness: a mint-condition 1984 Ferrari 512 BBi "Boxer," gray with black underbody. It took him 11 years to find the one he wanted. And now he has built a garage around it.
GARAGE OR GALLERY?
That garage - or is it an art gallery with a Ferrari parked in it? - recently won Maserati and Architectural Digest's Design Driven award for best garage. The contest, with categories for "existing" and "concept" garages, drew 125 entries that can be seen at designdriven.us. The winners will be profiled in a special section in the October issue.
"Once considered merely an extended function of the home, the garage is now a space where people are finding new inspiration architecturally," according to Giulio Capua, vice president and publisher of Architectural Digest.
Schubert's Modernist "garage" - hereafter I use the word with an asterisk of skepticism - is a brilliantly lighted 1,200-square-foot space above what will be some kind of workshop/gymnasium. There's a lovely modular couch and two Dodo recliners by Toshiyuki Kita around a metal and stone coffee table.
One wall is covered in Homasote, a kind of recycled paper-fiber lapboard, with a single-tier bookshelf built in. Two walls are floor-to-ceiling glass with retractable exterior shades to cut down on the afternoon sunlight.
A BREATHTAKING SPACE
Overhead, the central skylight is artfully bisected with an aluminum enclosure for halogen lights. A flat-screen TV on tracks can traverse the length of the room.
The "space" - as designers insist on calling rooms - is breathtaking. Beautiful. Exquisite. But a garage? Oh, please. Where are the tools, the work benches, the girlie calendars?
Schubert concedes that it isn't a typical, oil-on-the-floor garage, and he's comfortable with that.
"I wanted to create a backdrop for the car as a piece of art," he says. The contest had a lot of garages attached to nicehouses, but Maserati, which sponsored and judged the competition, "wanted something more."
"This is a space whose only purpose is to enjoy the car."
What does the Schubert garage exemplify about the changing nature of Americans' relationship to their mobility?
First, the notion of the automobile's machine-ness has been abandoned here in favor of the car as objet d'art. There are no wrenches, screwdrivers or battery boosters lying around - and Schubert will need them if the Ferrari remains true to form. Such a garage is consistent with the fact that modern cars are largely inaccessible to the tinkering, shade-tree mechanic. Most people never open the hoods of their cars.
And to the extent that selfsufficiency with automobilesis a masculine trait, Schubert's garage strikes me, at any rate, as an oddly neutered space, more like the waiting room of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon than garage.
The garage also suggests a growing intimacy with the automobile. Schubert's garage brings the car into the living space. Soon, however, emission-free electric cars will "really open up the design of houses," says Schubert.
HomeStyle, Pages 44 on 09/26/2009