08 January 2008

Some Notes on a Gray Day

4.14 pm. A note to myself. Sometimes I found it a little weird with this architecture thingy that I have wired myself so into. I look at cool buildings and get high. I can call a building sexy. I thought that's the normal, but it is not.

I love the work of Coop Himmelblau and admire Wolf Prix. I always considered my self a student of Eisenman. I was trained in the midst of people debating about his works and theoretical polemics. I claim my historical and theoretical genealogy through him to Rowe, Wittkower, and eventually to Wolflin and Worringer. Corb and Oubrerie would always be "the" spiritual aspirations. And along the way for the last three years I have also encountered characters that provided the other realms of this journey.

But now, in the middle of a gray day, I asked the question, what it means to practice architecture after all these great buildings of my time: Gehry's Stata Center, Koolhaas's CCTV, Herzog's National Stadium, and Prix's BMW, get built. How would I situate my discourse and build upon it in the next twenty years. A question that will continue to occupy me in the coming years. Hopefully it will be an interesting one.

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