The brief from the Crabos was refreshingly honest: build a theater our teenagers would choose over going out. No pressure.
We started with the room — acoustic treatment behind fabric walls, seating risers poured to sightline math, and a lighting plan that dims the space in three graceful steps. The screen is the only thing you notice, which is exactly the point.
Lighting scenes carry the rest of the house: "Dinner," "Movie," and the teenagers’ favorite, "Game Night," which the whole street can apparently hear about. One keypad each, no manual anywhere.
"Mission accomplished — maybe too well. We had to institute a sign-up sheet."