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Early evening blurbing


Concrete is obviously a thing of the past, when it comes to the idea of authenticity or modernist purity, as it is structurally less efficient and therefore less indicative of its intrinsic qualities, i.e. structural form.

If authenticity paired with clarity, we can think of visibility, and of how gracious iron is in showing its lines of force.

Further down the line in the efforts of dematerialising architecture and in parallel, trying to reach its essence, i.e. architecture as volume > architecture as structure > architecture as void > architecture as comfort, both mental and physical.

Towards an architecture of air was an essay by Klein in collaboration with an architect (not sure who now) in which air conditioned spaces created the space for an architecture of leisure.

Now or then, that architecture has liberated itself from the concrete or the physical, we might have to turn to a poetics of materiality, since this dematerialisation is for now, fictitious.

I want to think that architecture can have hope both in reality (realism), in a practice that is critical (it learns from the past), contextual (it understands it milieu and it many layers of (built) fabric) and in the unravelling of the unconscious, as a counteraction to the much detrimental hypocrisy and bullshit built by the enlightenment or reason/problem-solving/top-down/white-supremacist approach. An appetite to what it craves the stomach.


This again, I hope to develop in the future, when I have some time to spare for referencing and to write more properly.