Spend an evening inside the house Arthur McKimmon designed for himself in 1956 — and in the gardens he planted and tended for the next forty years — tasting Japanese sake you’ve never heard of and rating every pour.
NCModernist Special Events Manager Devra Dubroff pours a flight of sake blind. You’ll taste, score, and argue; sushi arrives in between; and at the end you’ll find out what you actually liked and where to buy it. No prior sake knowledge required — being wrong in good company is most of the fun.
These evenings sell out.
The Invitation
In 1956 Arthur McKimmon II built himself a house on a wooded .69-acre lot inside the beltline: low horizontal roofs meeting in a shallow butterfly, a wall of glass turned toward the trees, brick and walnut inside, terrazzo underfoot. It is the kind of house an architect builds when the client is himself and there is nobody to talk him out of anything.
Then he spent the next four decades on the part most architects never get to finish. McKimmon designed the gardens behind the house and tended them himself for over forty years — the beds, the brick paths, the Japanese maples, the pair of stone lanterns still standing where he set them. The house has been enlarged and carefully brought forward since (Richard Hall designed the addition on the right), but the bones and the garden are his.
For one evening, it’s ours. We’ll be in the living room, in the dining room under that window wall, out on the covered porch by the fireplace, and along the garden paths — glass in hand.
He designed the gardens in the back and tended them for over forty years.
The House
Photographs courtesy Hodge & Kittrell Sotheby’s International Realty
Nearly 4,000 square feet on .69 acres, four bedrooms, hardwood throughout, and a covered porch anchored by a wood-burning fireplace. The house is currently on the market with Melanie Jones of Hodge & Kittrell Sotheby’s International Realty — so this is a rare and possibly brief window to spend an evening in it.
See the full NCModernist entry, including the original 1956 photograph of the house before the addition, on the Arthur McKimmon II page.
The Architect
A Raleigh native, McKimmon took a BS in architectural engineering from NC State in 1940, served in the Navy, taught two years at the NCSU School of Design, and opened his own practice in 1948. Over a long career — through partnerships including Edwards McKimmon and Pugh, McKimmon and Rogers, and McKimmon Edwards and Shawcroft — he designed the Angus Barn, Leroy Martin Jr. High School, buildings at Peace College and St. Mary’s, and some 175 houses around the Triangle, ranging from Georgian to full-throated Modernist.
In 1970 the AIA honored him for restoring Raleigh’s original 1813 State Bank. He retired in 1994 but kept consulting for Edwards Associates, and in 2004 the Governor awarded him the Order of the Long Leaf Pine.
175 houses, Georgian to Modernist — and this is the one he kept for himself.
The Evening
Two hours, thirty-five people, and one very good house. You’ll taste blind, score each pour on a card, and hear what you’re drinking only after you’ve committed to an opinion.
Sign in, take a glass, and walk the house and gardens before we sit down.
Poured and described one at a time. Junmai to daiginjo, dry to fruity. Score as you go.
Light sushi sampling between flights, to reset the palate and settle the arguments.
Labels come off the bottles. You leave with tasting notes and a list of where to buy what you liked.
Your host
NCModernist’s Special Events Manager, who has quite a background in wine and now brings the same nose — and the same refusal to let you off easy — to sake. Questions before the event: devra@usmodernist.org.
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Details
2751 Toxey Drive, Raleigh, inside the beltline and minutes from North Hills. Park on Toxey Drive, being careful not to block driveways. Please consider carpooling or ridesharing.
Come as you are, comfortably. Flat or low shoes are kinder to the terrazzo, the slate terrace, and the garden paths — and to you.
The event runs rain or shine. The porch is covered and the house is the point; a wet evening just moves everyone inside.
A range of varieties, tasted blind and scored. You’ll leave knowing what you liked, what it’s called, and where to buy it in the Triangle.