With our city now so laughably unaffordable, thousands of Vancouverites are stuck imagining wonderful homes instead of living in them. “Spaced” is a record of our minds wandering the world of architecture and design, up and away from the unrewarding realities of shoebox condos, dark basement suites, and sweet fuck all on Craigslist.

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(via) Today is one of those days in Vancouver where the sun makes a sudden appearance and the whole spirit of the place flips. We recognise and appreciate the rarity of it and its impermanence so we get out and milk it for all its worth. (Either that or we sit where we are mandated to by our workmasters and dream of such milking.) If the sunshine lasts for two days there’s a collective, joyous stupor that takes hold, and if it lasts for over three days we tend to lose perspective and find it hard to imagine it ever raining again. It’s under that sun-squinting duress that we see the likes of this Fran Silvestre-designed house overlooking the Mediterranean as being appropriate for a hillside address with a view above our own Spanish Banks. Set on concrete slabs and located on a steep slope high above the seaside town of Calp in Alicante, Spain, its monolithic visage would stand strikingly apart from the rest of the West Side’s houses, its infinity pool and open decks exposed like taunts to our local weather to do its worst.

Photos by Diego Opazo.