Buildings, identities and objects. Each one led from the first site walk to the one-year visit.

A concrete house set low into the east wind, with one long window that frames the sea and nothing else.

A ruined farmhouse rebuilt in lime and whitewash, with new rooms cut into the terrace behind it.

Four floors of a 1960s office block opened into one light well, for a firm that wanted its people to see each other.

A tired 1920s lobby restored to its travertine, with new lighting that makes the stone glow at night.

A cantilevered stone stair, made safe for the next century without adding a single visible bolt.

A small white pavilion at the edge of the salt pans, built to throw one sharp shadow at noon.

A family of three brass lamps with black Portoro bases, made in an edition of forty.

A mark cut from the building's own grid, used on the door, the reports and the carpet.