THE OFFICES of Aldrich + Rover are spacious and lightly furnished. A small reception vestibule, home to two Barcelona chairs and accompanying Granada footstools, leads into the work area. There are drafting desks, and several long reclaimed wood tables atop which sit computers and printers. The ceilings are high and exposed; the walls are bare and white. There are many windows. On this day in late spring, sun pours in.
Eamon Aldrich’s desk is in the corner, near a large window overlooking a North London dog park. Late afternoons, he likes to lean back in his chair and spend some moments looking outside, watching the Labradors and beagles and dachshunds at play. It is a bit of quiet contemplation for the world’s foremost doghouse architect.
But today there isn’t time for such reflection: a deadline looms. A Swiss cuckoo clock heiress who commissioned a seasonal doghouse for her mastiff is coming to review the plans, and the office is bustling.