Architecture Without Us #3 – The Ruin

In this lecture about architecture, Slavoj Zizek (I cannot find the character(s) to accurately spell his name), the lisping, gesticulating, Slovenian thinker, in trying to understand the depth of the statement “Less is More” (have you heard?) arrives to the

Architecture Without Us #3 – The Ruin

In this lecture about architecture, Slavoj Zizek (I cannot find the character(s) to accurately spell his name), the lisping, gesticulating, Slovenian thinker, in trying to understand the depth of the statement “Less is More” (have you heard?) arrives to the

Architecture Without Us #2 – Dampness

I balance my feet on top of the bathtub ledge in an unstable pax de deux with a dishcloth in my hand, bent backwards like the painter in the chapel’s vault trying to scrub out the last of those vile,

Architecture Without Us #2 – Dampness

I balance my feet on top of the bathtub ledge in an unstable pax de deux with a dishcloth in my hand, bent backwards like the painter in the chapel’s vault trying to scrub out the last of those vile,

Architecture Without Us #1

When I first arrived in Switzerland I had a group of friends who were also trainees in the same office as me and we used to drive around the country, visiting four precious masterworks of the history of architecture a

Architecture Without Us #1

When I first arrived in Switzerland I had a group of friends who were also trainees in the same office as me and we used to drive around the country, visiting four precious masterworks of the history of architecture a

Noah's Ark

The Loneliest Building

When Noah’s Ark was pitched on top of that mountain and the waters had risen and the animals where silent, it was the loneliest building on earth. For some time, until the waters receded, all of creation was under the

Noah's Ark

The Loneliest Building

When Noah’s Ark was pitched on top of that mountain and the waters had risen and the animals where silent, it was the loneliest building on earth. For some time, until the waters receded, all of creation was under the

Unbuilt New York #2 – Air

Sandy’s gone now. These last days have been strange; a lot of the things that I equate with a trip to New York have been unavailable so I’ve had to do with other activities. I’ve been jogging up and down

Unbuilt New York #2 – Air

Sandy’s gone now. These last days have been strange; a lot of the things that I equate with a trip to New York have been unavailable so I’ve had to do with other activities. I’ve been jogging up and down

Unbuilt New York #1 – The Memory of the Memorial

This week I’ll be posting from New York, New York and since hurricane Sandy promises to keep me indoors, bored and focused on my writing, I’ll take the opportunity to dig up some of the most significant unbuilt visions for

Unbuilt New York #1 – The Memory of the Memorial

This week I’ll be posting from New York, New York and since hurricane Sandy promises to keep me indoors, bored and focused on my writing, I’ll take the opportunity to dig up some of the most significant unbuilt visions for

Moulinsart Redux

“These heavy walls to me had grown” The mysteries of being a child, of living and thinking with a child’s mind, made me certain of the boundaries of reality. A toy was never to be thrown away or left to

Moulinsart Redux

“These heavy walls to me had grown” The mysteries of being a child, of living and thinking with a child’s mind, made me certain of the boundaries of reality. A toy was never to be thrown away or left to