Architects are generally pathetic, attention-seeking and self-centred failed artists. They talk so much shit, such endless streams of bullshit that one has to wonder whether all that expensive education shouldn't include a course or two in grasping reality.
Here's an example from Sean Godsell Architects:
"There is invested in this building a strong sense of childhood that begins with the anticipation of travel and promotes the sense of reward that comes at the conclusion of a journey. The verandah exists in this house in an abstracted form."
(Translation: "I built a house. In the greater scheme of things, it is nothing special. It is just a house, for fucks sake. But hopefully my erratic verbal diarrhoea will confuse the world into believing otherwise. After all, I am an architect, and as such, highly educated AND creative. And worthy of special praise.")
How can a strong sense of childhood that begins with the anticipation of travel and promotes the sense of reward that comes at the conclusion of a journey be invested in a building? What does that even mean in this context? Also, I much prefer my verandah in the concrete form. A verandah is a fucking verandah, for god's sake.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
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