McCadden

Within this Hancock Park garden, the boundaries do two things at once: shelter, and dissolve. Inside, there is order, shade, water, rooms without walls. At its edges, plantings loosen and borrow from the neighboring canopy, and the property line goes soft. Painted a deep, smoky blue, the guest house defers to the garden. The pool, cast in dark plaster and framed in black limestone, is still and reflective, mirroring the mature trees overhead. A chevron of teal and blue tile traces its waterline. A weathered greenhouse, its iron frame softened by passion fruit vine, shelters a brass-fitted outdoor shower in a half-hidden nook just steps from the pool, mixed flagstone giving way to a wood floor underfoot. Tucked into the foliage, a concrete bench dressed in cushions and a firebowl wait for dusk, when the garden turns inward.