A Modernist Town House

Designed by architect Louis Tenaerts, c. 1930 - Rue de la Seconde-Reine 5, Brussels, Belgium



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François Louis Tenaerts, commonly known as Louis, was born in Laeken on September 5, 1898, to Joseph Tenaerts, a carpentry contractor, and Marie Thérèse Caroline Van Lierde, both natives of Laeken. The family resided at 212 Marie-Christine Street.

Details about Louis Tenaerts' education remain somewhat unclear. It is known that his older brother, Désiré, attended evening courses at the Saint-Luc School of Construction in Schaerbeek before World War I. Louis, on the other hand, is believed to have studied architecture for eight years at the Saint-Luc School in Molenbeek, which operated from 1898 to 1939. After completing his studies, he fulfilled his military service, which took him to Germany. His military records list him as a "candidate-architect." Upon returning to civilian life in late 1921, Tenaerts began his professional career as an architect.

For more details - https://louistenaerts.brussels/fr/catalogue/rue-de-la-seconde-reine-5-uccle 

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