A board-marked concrete house on the Algarve cliffs, built around a single long shadow. Deep cantilevers hold the summer sun off the glass and let the winter light walk all the way in.

A public pavilion on the river front: one folded concrete roof on six inclined legs, lit from below at night so the structure reads from across the water.

A 1912 school, empty for two decades, turned into studios, a library and a public hall. We kept the stair, the windows and most of the scars.

A private gallery for photography, organised around a curved ramp and a single oculus. The building is lit almost entirely from above.

A weekend house among stone pines, raised on a concrete terrace so the forest floor runs underneath untouched.

A 1940s riverside warehouse converted into a workspace cooperative. The steel trusses stayed; the collapsed roof returned as glass and timber.

Two pale volumes meeting at a sharp corner in the dunes. Lime render, one courtyard, and windows only where the view earns them.

Twenty-four cooperative homes stepping down a wooded slope, each with its own roof terrace and a shared garden street.