Nothing in the world is more certain than this one being razed very soon. A c.1957 architect designed residence, conceived by who-knows which architect (though we’d suspect there’s only a handful it could be) and built in the heyday of bohemian Studley Park, it now resides with its beautiful trees in quiet, palliative stasis. But too soon the dozers will roar over it all, tearing it away from this world and most likely putting in its place (as they have next door) some thumping mish-mash of Nu-Georgian marketability. Adieu, gracious one, you shall always be here in the digital ether, with us.