The Mystery of Natalie Osborne: The Intersection of Architecture and Unknown 🌍✨

She is like a ghost or a spirit walking through doorways and cities, never lingering long, leaving behind beautiful and mysterious traces. Natalie Osborne is not just an Architectural Visualist, but is a finder of magic, or what would be "lost" to us, as an architect or designer she is a rescuer of the beauty trapped within a previous life, a beginning to make it remembered again.

Being born under a wandering star, all of her work has been spent creating immersive visual narratives of some of the most mysterious and even haunted spaces in the world today. From alleyways bathe in neon vapours and secrets only known to few in Tokyo to the devouring walls of decaying and criminal, Gothic cathedrals in Eastern Europe, she has made it her life's work to show, not just buildings but breathing, vivid representations of experiences - of the souls that lay hidden in rock and steel.

But who is she really? A representation of opposing dualities that would suggest she is refined yet unruly, knowledge yet wild, while repelling the notion of separation by nature her disappearance is an act, in and of itself in twilight. Some would remark on her erratic movements suggest a modern interpretation of a nomadic siren who brings wanderers and travelers alike to ye olde depths of architecture… and may even catch a nap at the traditional wayfaring notes along the way. While others might suggest a boogeyman, only appearing when the moon coincides with a building skyline…it is they rather, than she should be uneasy.

What we do know about her travels is this has been an ongoing 13 year love affair; where every destination, like every structure and space she graciously moves through have become lovers. Beyond the rapture is an oft-perceived danger of being alone; and one cannot worry about being too bold or resting. The actions speak for themselves, whether through photographing escapades through the architecturally dangerous backstreets of Marrakech, or chasing suitcases of storms through short, intense spats of Icelandic tundra, or scribing whispers into what lies behind the doors of the ruins of Petra creates memories of love in the moment - over the years - nothing but intensity in love, under these "fateful" journeys.

"I don’t just see buildings, I feel them," she murmurs, and her voice trails into smoke. "They talk to me in ways that words never could."

You can follow her if you would like, good luck! Lose your way in the maze. 🔮✈️