Designer Will Breaux turned his dream home into reality by building a house entirely out of shipping containers. Located on McGowen Street in Houston, his unique residence is made from 11 shipping containers, creating a three-story, 2,500 square foot home with a rooftop deck.

Breaux had envisioned building his own house since the early 2000s but struggled to find someone who could design the home he wanted. Eventually, he decided to take matters into his own hands. “I began looking at projects that were being built that I liked,” Breaux shared on his blog. After firing a design team that didn’t meet his expectations, he embarked on designing the house himself around 2011.

The idea of using shipping containers appealed to Breaux due to their strength, fireproof nature, durability, and hurricane resistance. Despite lacking professional building experience, he educated himself on container construction, creating a 3D sketch of his dream house. After countless hours of work, Breaux is now the proud owner of an extraordinary and fully furnished container home.
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