We architects are generally pussies. With the exception of those salt o’ the earth types that work in the desert and I think this is a fair statement. The thought of one of us with our Italian shoes, designer haircuts and refined choice in eyewear getting up to anything even vaguely violent or destructive with a hammer is quite amusing.

Which makes this ebay auction a very promising spectacle indeed:

On May 17, 2005, The Mies van der Rohe Society is offering to the winning bidder the opportunity to break the first 10-foot window of S.R. Crown Hall. The glass breaking will kick off the façade restoration of this Modernist masterpiece and National Historic Landmark.

At the time of writing Charlevo has the highest bid at US$1 200.00

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[update]

With about twelve hours to go, the bidding is up to US $2 650.00, with ‘Charleveo’ still wanting to smash Mies’ heart of glass the baddest.


The Future is Vision:

the future is vision

What?

Nobody told me. And I read Boing Boing.

If the future is indeed Vision then this is rather disappointing. We already have vision and it is currently the present. What’s more, along with vision we have a great number of other things; including but not limited to Cacti, Mitsubishi Magna and Taxation Fraud.

I find this distressing as I had taken it for granted that in the future we would have more than we have now. A consequence of our evil consumerist society that I was and remain completely comfortable with. If 126 Philip Street is to be believed then eyesight and forward-thinking is all we’ve got. It could be worse. The future could consist entirely of the scent of the-fridge-at-work-full-of-everyone’s-lunches-that-they-forgot-to-eat-last-week and just a whiff of cinamon:

the future is olfactory

Of course it does not matter what the future may be. These are words used not as text but as graphics. They are not meant to read but to be seen, and in some circular way then perhaps the hoarding makes sense.

Elsewhere in the city the graphic power of words is once more in triumph over meaning. The Portico Apartments are being built over Scott’s Church without a covered entry, columned or otherwise within sight…

portico apartments

I guess that restaurants have been naming themselves irrelevant things for years and there can only be so many ‘Harbour View Apartments’ but if you are going to name your building after something so specifically architectural is it too hard to ask that it is in some way relevant to the building?


Disregarding Mike Brady, the one area where sitcoms and architecture graduates crossover is in the talk of going to Grad School. It is one of the accepted rules that every sitcom dad has to spend or lose his children’s college fund at least once a season. Likewise, it is mandatory that every graduate of architecture must yearn to further their education at an Ivy League school.

It is like some kind of shared wet dream - not my wet dream mind you; I was educated by the Jesuits thank you very much. But others, those types that think only of hot-dipped-galvanised-screw-bits, go to bed thinking of Masters Degrees In Chilly Climates and wake up with a smile on their face with only the faintest memory of a grinning Preston Scott Cohen as a clue as to why.

Unfortunately it is a wet dream that very few Australian architects seem to be able to drag out of the bedroom and into the cold hard light of reality. Perhaps it is that generally Australian parents have not been amassing gargantuan wheelbarrows full of the greenback to send their children to North America so that they can make large scale balsa models of improbable buildings. We tend not to want to pay too much for education in Australia and as seem to prefer property mortgages to Moneo lectures.

I suspect though that it has less to do with cost and more to do with the fact that these courses are very difficult to get into in the first place. And once accepted into the course, funding becomes entirely different challenge. As Matt found out there may be a lot of people prepared to hand out money for further study but when you are competing against doctors who only want to be sans frontieres and economists who want to take on the World Bank, it can be difficult to convince these cashcows that mapping paintings onto topographic maps for purposes undisclosed is worthy of their patronage.

Matt seemed to get it right though - the clever bugger has been awarded the Frank Knox Scholarship to Harvard. Gosh. I wonder if he mentioned squealing like a bush pig in the petal pool at Vals on his application form? Do Harvard understand the commitment they have made? I sure hope they have thought this through…

So gravestmor sends its congratulations and hopes that in two years time when he walks - waltzes - straight into a job in Miss Hadid’s Office, as Director-In-Charge of Purple Wraps, that he remembers the little folk back home and gives us all business class tickets to come visit him every so often.


 

barcelon just say no

Every year thousands of young aspiring architects travel through Spain and as sure as the diagonal meets the sea (finally) they wind up in Barcelona. They get lost in the Gothic Quarter, they marvel at Cerda’s grid, they navigate the city efficiently and easily. Then the rest of us hear about it for The-Rest-Of-Our-Goddamn-Lives.

If you, your design tutor or someone close to you has studied in Barcelona and you are sick of hearing about it then fret not! Help is here in the form of the Gravestmor Twelve Step Program. Just take your cult member aside, sit them down and explain, in a quiet soothing tone, with a lisp if needs be and inform them that they have a problem. Follow the steps below to purge the unholey urbanity from their soul.

The Gravestmor Twelve Step Program to a Barcelona Free Life:

  • 01. Admit that you are powerless over Barcelona. You are Barcelona’s bitch.
  • 02. Admit that only a higher order, can restore you to sanity. We do not know what this order may be, however, Corinthian is a safe bet.
  • 03. Attempt to make amends with those who may have been have been affected by your obsession.
  • 04. Give away hand drawing entirely, throw away your 0.1 Rotring, stop writing the letter ‘S’ as a 45° diagonal line.
  • 05. Acknowledge that other cities have merit with regards: scale, grid, ring roads.
  • 06. Make a list of these cities. Sketch them. Map their transport infrastructure. Make your peace with their woefully under-utilised Olympic Legacy.
  • 07. Repeat four hundred times: ‘She sells sea shells by the sea shore’ in order to abolish the lithp.
  • 08. Throw away your bandana.
  • 09. Denounce colourful, decorative mosiac tiling as the golden calf that it so obviously is.
  • 10. Use your pile of El Croquis magazines as toilet paper. (Yeah, I know that El Croquis is more of a Madrid thing, but those two cities are in cahoots. Cahoots!)
  • 11. Visit Canberrra. Here in the land of the roundabout you will be free of all references to the grid, the gothic quarter and the pedestrian.
  • 12. Clean of Barcelona, go forth and carry the message to all other Barceholics and practice these principles in all your affairs.

Upon successfully following these steps they should be free of the harmful effects of Barcelona and ready to live in and enjoy the rich cornucopia of urbanised bits of land around the globe.


Frank Gehry achieves official Household-Name status with an appearance on The Simpsons, pissing off Mr Libeskind’s many-headed publicity demon no end. From the Fox page:

‘On a family trip to Shelbyville, Marge is dismayed to learn that the residents of Springfield are perceived as hicks. So she convinces her town to fund a concert hall designed by Frank Gehry.’

I haven’t seen it, as my television set is many many miles away from the nearest US TV antenna, but I understand that the Gehry designed concert hall is closed almost as soon as it opens due to lack of interest by the citizens of Springfield. It is then bought by Mr Burns and turned into a prison.

Improvised Schema has some more details if you are curious.