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BNPD stands for Benjamin Nelson Pennell Design, a practice which began in 2017 with the commission of a small residence in Northern California. We provide ordinary architectural services for additions, remodels, ground-up construction, and feasibility studies. When the occasion calls for it, we involve ourselves in construction as well; physically making custom-built furniture, ornamental applique, fiberglass sculpture, and structural steelwork. Read More

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RESIDENTIAL

300 John Lemley Ln.         2025
1011 2nd st. (pt 2)         2021
Samson’s Lair               2021
1011 2nd st. (pt 1)         2020
1102 Masonic Ave            2019
210 Semple St.              2017

COMMERCIAL 

5278 College Ave.           2020
681 27th St.                2020
4750 Park Blvd.             2020
547 31st St.                2019
Port Tonic                  2019

MISCELLANEOUS 

Shinto Shed                 2020
Ex-Embryo                   2014
LA Streetlights             2020
Dragon Temple               2019
Strip Tease                 2019
Design Village              2011
Skyhouse                    2010
Sweat Lodge                 2009

THEORETICAL 

Hell High                   2019
London Spec Housing         2018
St Patrick’s Cathedral      2018

TEXTS / ARCHIVED WORK SAMPLES

WORK SAMPLE (CURRENT)       2025
“DRAWING ON ARCHITECTURE”   2019
WORK SAMPLE (ARCHIVE)       2017

LECTURES / VIDEOS 

Slanted Commune             2024
Territorial Conquest        2023
Strip Tease                 2015
Ex-Embryo                   2014

WEB ARCHIVE                 2024








HELL HIGH
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PROGRAM:     PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 
CLIENT:      THE PEOPLE  
DATE:        JUNE 2019      

STATUS:      UNBUILT
BUDGET:      1.5 BILLION
Slovenian Scientists in a maniacal rage invented a new pedagogical kind of institution in which the phrase “kind of” became an adequate substitute for logically coherent statements. Additionally, a highly controlled sub-species of its population, namely, architecture students, would have their brain-stems invasively rewired, at night, while they dreamt of saying the phrase “kind of” in a semi-fancy setting. Unbeknownst to these poor sots, who wilfully traded in the mind God gave them for a pre-packed and double condomned, vasalined version, they became, almost inevitably as it were, permanently transfixed to a highly secretive and indiscussible mainframe computer, delivering a slow serum antidote of pleasant and innoffensive architectural concepts; which, at some unspecified time, would become publishable on various design websites that people could look at...

ALAS! The experiment went horribly wrong. Their initially benevolent, or at least completely innocuous plan devolved into madness! Students began exhibiting unpredictable surges of loneliness and horniness. But the side effects were three fold. Next to the intensified quantity of sexual intercourse, abating the first two; an unnamed student appeared to posses a will composed of such unapologetic arrogance and idiocy, that instead of accepting the token serum anesthetic, his or her totally yoked and rock hard body, effectively over-rode the computer mainframe hard drive data-base -naturally reinjecting the otherwise base sterility with a potent incarnate of his or her architectural frensies.

The results were utterly horrific. The machine was forced to do his bidding, and the animation of his unmitigatedly disturbing thoughts brought to light a style of architecture which covered all adjacent site specific demographics in a thickened goup-like abortative liquid. Students disoccupied with performing intercourse on eachother were positively flabbergasted by the slimy stillberth, which on occasion was spotted flexing it fetus-like paws in slow shuttering movements.

For some reason, the keys which operated the ghastly gantry, responsible for the continuous extrusion of these fleshy building pods could not be found. And so it continued making. The foreman said he had last seen them on the green coffee table, but that likely his step son, Jolo, had hidden them so as to revenge his resentments, which needn’t be eleborated right now.

On July 19, by unanimous consent, it was decided that these sick mutant bastards would be taken out to pasture... cum hell or high scool.”