When I grow up...
The Guardian picks its
favorite young architects. I find it amusing how they rate each of them as if they were aspiring musicians or painters, with incomplete sentences and vague qualifiers. It's as if the reviewers don't know what it is these architects do, but it's definitely going to be famous. And then perhaps someone will tell the general public why their architecture is better than others. We're at one of those historical, cyclical peaks of popularity, we architects. I fear that as it wanes, the architecture of the future (c.2015-2025) will be akin to 80s postmodernism. Smug, cartoony, no "there" there. Um, even
less "there" there. It certainly doesn't help that we know--we went to school with--the next generation of architects who know how to make images of shiny, curvy things through sheer ignorant misuse of Rhino. Oh it's going to be a blobby, shabbily-made future.
In the meantime, if you're interested, UPPER is running a
competition on skyscraper office design, using six soon-to-be towers around the world as "sites." 2500 euros (x 6 top prizes).
* Ray, 12/02/2004 10:58:02 AM
