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This is not a strong time for architecture

Much to my dismay, I’ve made a hobby of being sickly cynical about capital-”A” Architecture. We are in, perhaps, the latest late period. The question: what now? Architecture clings to relevancy by the very tips of its fingers.

(The following was originally an email.)

Mornin’ folks, three cynical things:

Kieran Long skewers the 2008 Venice Biennale: “Venice architecture biennale is like nerds talking about sex.” Basically, he makes the point that the architectural avant-garde has become comically impotent. Money quotes:

“It’s a truth commonly held about Hadid’s work that whatever you think of her now, those early paintings were simply amazing. I bumped into Geoff Shearcroft from London architect AOC in that room. He suggested to me that despite that axiom, The Peak is actually a really boring building—’a dog,’ in his words. ‘Look at the section,’ he said. I did, and he’s right: 3m ceiling heights in a kind of car-park arrangement, no discernible spatial quality or tuning of light, little description, let alone celebration of the circulation.”

“The Arsenale is full of pieces like this—by people who are getting old and have a pressing need to reassure each other that they are artists.”

This is not a strong time for architecture. It can be seen from the lack of publications, the lack of vision in exhibitions, and the focus on design service rather than the art of architecture. It is irresponsible not to focus a biennale on buildings.” -Greg Lynn

Robert Sumrell’s 2001 thesis at SCI_Arc on, among other things, the emotional deadening represented by Muzak. (Unfortunately the final thesis doc seems to be missing, but check out the visual argument and the proposal, in that order.)

“The mass acceptance of Kurt Cobain points to the fact that all resistance, sadness, and pain is now relegated to a background condition and is experienced solely as an aesthetic. Cobain made alienation desirable and attractive to mass culture. After 1994, disaffection is no longer something to be relieved or feared. This is the final collapse of naturalized emotion and the total flattening of affect. Muzak no longer produces canned music to direct emotion, it is emotion itself which is now canned.”

Finally, a September 10th post from Kazys Varnelis’ blog, “Ambience and Attention,” on the fall and decline of architecture’s first and last experiential outpost—the ambient.

“…our ambient attention is increasingly being occupied by digital media, from a constant stream of Facebook status updates, Twitter tweets, and SMS messages. I should add that the iPod also figures in this, painting a soundscape on the environment that creates an emotional ambience that simply overwhelms any architectural environment…. (…) If architecture cedes the ambient environment to technology, what of architecture’s ambitions?”

So where did the meaning go? It’s a complex issue, perhaps the end result of the modernization project—but, in the spirit of the lynching party, may I finger the Circulation Diagram… the goddamn Circulation Diagram. Why are we so obsessed with the nominal connection of tortured, pastel-shaded chunks of “program”? We’ve completely abstracted everything human, everything relevant out of architecture.

“It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.” -”Graham”/Don Cheadle, Crash

Appeal to Heaven: Tower of America

For my summer digital media class final review I made this:

(Go to YouTube and watch it in High Quality!)

After the Civil War but before being shot, Lincoln decides that a big-ass building would totally unite the country. Money that would have been funneled into the military flows like a river of glorious gold into the new Tower of Freedom. FDR picks it up as the core of the New Deal, ushering in a new era of peace, prosperity, and civil engineering. Architects, far from being the dirty whores of society, become its pampered concubines. HOWEVER, all is not well: bitter pro-war agitators, angry at the tower’s diversion of military funds, plot to bomb the tower. In September 1971 Freedom Tower crumbles in a midnight raid of dozens armed with pointy sticks. An enraged President Robert F. Kennedy declares the Tower to be the very foundation of the country, and reconstruction begins anew, bringing America’s second Golden Age and manifesting its true destiny.

The best part about this project was that it was 100% the fun part (making cool things) and 0% the boring part (figuring out the practical stuff). Putting together a neo-Baroque building was surprisingly fun—it sure beats having to make something “new” all the damn time.

The New Tower of Babel, Sunset

(A sunset view of the Tower of Freedom.)

The New Tower of Babel, Confusion of Tongues

(A biblical view of the Tower of Freedom.)

Summer is Not

I ended up with 2.5 jobs. I’ll be doing 40 hours a week for the Building Project, hopefully relaxing interior cabinetry work and not climbing on our matte black metal roof. When I’m not doing BP, sleeping, eating, or on the pot I’ll be doing freelance work for some professors, namely painting a basement and working on the drawings for a house addition in New Haven. This is sort of crazy but it works out in Google Calendar so blow it, I’m going to have a try. I mourn the bloody death of my summer but this is the way adults roll—this way I won’t have that dirty, guilty feeling that comes from having fun and enjoying myself for extended periods of time.

There’s one thing I’m worried about, which is that I’m digging my New England hole deeper. On the one hand, my establishment architecture school is slowly brainwashing me into thinking that the hottest, most boutique firms are all somewhere between New York and Boston, and that the best thing possible would be to add to my East Coast network and subscribe to The New Yorker and buy a golden retriever named Ollie and get a nice compound in Hyannisport and stay here for the rest of my life. On the other hand, I sort of want to get the holy hell back to California, the part of the country that didn’t originate 200 years ago as a strange growth on Cornelius Vanderbilt’s butt.* Taking jobs here adds to scenario one—I’m getting adverse to starting over again and again—and yet how can I refuse?

The Kennedys at Hyannisport

*It’s really just the food and the snow.

Yale Building Project 08: First Day on the Site

Today was the my first afternoon on site. My arms and fingers are sore—my biceps feel like they’re made of cabbage. I helped raise a wall, measured, cut posts and headers, moved plywood and beams, ate a muffin and a bagel and two apples. It was fun, though I have no idea what I’m doing and ended up standing around a lot towards the end.

I’ve said it before, there’s nothing more amazing than seeing lines on a paper translated into wood and concrete, floors and walls—it’s like watching a baby being born, except nothing like, a lot more like watching a building get built. The accomplishments of architects are physical, real things, and that’s the one thing architects can hold over investment bankers and corporate lawyers who make seven-digit paychecks but nothing actually tangible. I see windows I drew at 2 AM after four beers actually put together in real life and somehow I feel a little like god.

Also, I’m going to let Susan Surface take all the photos, because she’s amazing and someone who’s not me should pay her money:

bp house foundation

Notice, once more, that our house is perfectly square. I really love regular Euclidean geometry.

Portfolio Brief

An excerpt from my portfolio, together with my resume part of my primary pimping package. It’s basically the money shots from three projects.

Porfolio Brief: 1

Porfolio Brief: 2

Porfolio Brief: 3