Tucked into a quiet, tree-lined pocket of East Atlanta, there’s a home that doesn’t just stand—it speaks. Built from the bones of the city itself, this one-of-a-kind residence began not simply as a house, but as an idea: What if a home could hold history in its very walls? Here, every beam and board has a story. Salvaged bricks from old Atlanta factories, reclaimed wood from forgotten warehouses, and repurposed fixtures from vintage estates come together to form something rar

On Sullivan’s Island, just a few steps from the Atlantic surf, there sits a home that seems more like a prop from a science-fiction movie than a seaside retreat. Locals call it the Star Wars House, though its real name is the Eye of the Storm—and once you see its gleaming curves and domed silhouette, you understand why. It looks part seashell, part space station, and entirely unlike anything else on the Carolina coast. The house was born from heartbreak and determination. In

Tucked between brick buildings in Boston’s historic North End—where the streets are tight and the stories tighter—stands a home that looks like it got caught mid-squeeze. Just 10 feet wide at its widest point, narrowing to barely over six feet in others, the Skinny House isn’t just small. It’s a statement. Locals call it the Spite House. And like any good legend, it begins with a feud. The story goes that two brothers inherited land after the Civil War. One went off to fight