2015 Winner
Shortlisted 2016
One has to reproduce The Guardian's articles on the
annual award for the worst building in the UK because of their importance. Such a competition
would never be possible in Australia, nor would one be able to write
the commentaries that come with the reviews – see The Guardian
texts below. One has to wonder about the public discussion on architecture
in Australia when it is curtailed by possible legal challenges for
libel or defamation. Is this why our critiques are so meagre when they do appear,
which is very rarely. Most architectural press in Australia is
hagiographical. The texts have more to do with public
relations/promotional material than anything else, pushing a firm, an
aesthetic, an approach, a product or a project. When there is some concern
expressed – very rarely – the article is consciously controlled, and the words are very carefully chosen and calculated: the writer is always wary, constantly reading 'over the shoulder' to see if another, anyone, might take
offence. It does not make for a healthy discussion when blunt, honest
opinion and speech is limited by 'correct' and 'proper' perceptions
in much the same manner as our 'racial hate' laws manage what we can and cannot say. The restraints allow bad buildings to be praised and proliferated without critical or any rigorous comment. Ironically, the circumstance also prevents irresponsible comments on good buildings from being easily challenged / refuted.#
Shortlisted 2016
# One case from some years ago comes to mind: using the words of casual conversation to make a point, it was apparently said that John Andrews' Office Block at Belconnen in the Australian Capital Territory - a landmark building in Australian architecture - 'leaked like a sieve.' The case was taken to court and John Andrews won. There may have been some ingress of water, but it was not 'like a sieve.'
THE REPORTS
Carbuncle Cup 2016: gong for UK's ugliest building up
for grabs
From psychedelic chequerboards to sci-fi hulks, which
of these magnificent monstrosities is deserving of architecture’s
most ignoble accolade?
Rearing
their ugly heads ... Clockwise from top left: Saffron Square,
Croydon; Lincoln Plaza, Isle of Dogs; 5 Broadgate, City of London;
The Diamond, University of Sheffield. Composite: PR
Oliver
Wainwright
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on Saturday 3 September 201606.29 AEST
It’s the one award no architect wants to win, the trophy that won’t be taking pride of place on the mantelpiece. While buildings are daily showered with prizes for the best use of bricks and wood, for finely poured concrete and the most elegant windows, the accolade that haunts them all is rearing its ugly head once again.
It’s the one award no architect wants to win, the trophy that won’t be taking pride of place on the mantelpiece. While buildings are daily showered with prizes for the best use of bricks and wood, for finely poured concrete and the most elegant windows, the accolade that haunts them all is rearing its ugly head once again.
Holding up a dark mirror to the Stirling prize,
the Carbuncle Cup singles out the worst offenders of the year, the
abominations that blight our skylines and bully our streets, the
mean-minded developer tat that clutters cities up and down the
country. From botched renovations to bloated towers, it awards the
most heinous “crimes against architecture” – or crimes against
the public.
Carbuncle Cup: Walkie Talkie wins prize for worst
building of the year
Read more - see below
Buildings are one of the few things you can’t escape.
You don’t have to watch a bad play. You’re not forced to go and
look at an ugly painting, or sit through a terrible piece of music.
But architecture is here, there and everywhere, from the dingy
station entrance you were made to shuffle through this morning to the
low-ceilinged, deep-plan office you might be sitting in while you’re
reading this.
In 2015, the hated gong was bestowed on one of the most
visible eyesores around, a building that stands as both a diagram of
greed and the whims of the City of London’s planning system.
Swelling as it rises, London’s Walkie Talkie is the ultimate symbol
of a city where developers call the shots.
But it’s everyday bodging that can be more damaging,
from the prefab schools-disguised-as-sheds to the badly planned
apartment blocks shooting up on urban peripheries and stacked hutches
of fast-buck student flats. These buildings don’t grab the
headlines, but they make all our lives immeasurably worse.
Once again, this year’s shortlist is a wretched crop.
From psychedelic chequerboards to sci-fi hulks, feast your eyes on
these magnificent monstrosities.
Saffron Square, Croydon, by Rolfe Judd
Saffron
Square, Croydon Photograph: bdonline
Marketed as “a dominant focal point for the new
Croydon skyline”, this Berkeley Homes development is certainly hard
to miss, standing as one of the first of new-look Croydon’s novelty
lineup, only to be trumped by the forthcoming Odalisk. Clad with a
pixelated bruise of bright purples and reds, it looks as if it has
already suffered a vicious beating at the hands of disgruntled
residents.
One Smithfield, Stoke on Trent, by RHWL Architects
One
Smithfield, Stoke on Trent Photograph: Staffordshire University
Promised a “dynamic new city centre business and
leisure destination designed for people and the modern occupier”,
poor old Stoke ended up with a miserable box dressed in a cheap
harlequin costume, a so-bad-it-might-almost-be-fashionable fusion of
80s classics Blockbusters and Connect 4. Or was it inspired by the
pattern on the architect's homepage?
The Diamond, University of Sheffield, by Twelve
Architects
Photograph:
Twelve Architects
The diamond-cladding craze continues with this £81m
undergraduate engineering facility for the University of Sheffield,
built to house 20,000 sq m of laboratories, lecture theatres and
workshops inside its garish latticework garb. In one of the most
tenuous justifications in the history of planning applications, the
designers claim the pattern “references the stone tracery of an
adjacent church”.
Poole Methodist Church extension by Intelligent Design
Centre
Photograph:
bdonline
Another building allegedly inspired by its
ecclesiastical neighbour, the extension to Poole’s Methodist church
sadly looks more like a pile of site Portakabins they forgot to
remove. Its designers, the optimistically-named Intelligent Design
Centre, might do well to think about a rebrand.
5 Broadgate, City of London, by Make Architects
Photograph:
Make Architects
Rearing above the braying bankers’ den of Broadgate
Circle like a silvery mothership from Tron, this gargantuan grey shed
is the work of Ken “the Pen” Shuttleworth, designer of the
Gherkin while at Foster’s, whose catalogue of carbuncles since
leaving Norman’s side suggests the magic pen may well have belonged
to someone else. A mute groundscraper slashed with gun-emplacement
windows, you can’t help feeling 5 Broadgate is what the City
deserves.
Lincoln Plaza, Isle of Dogs, by BUJ Architects
Photograph:
bdonline
Perhaps the most representative building on the list of
the kind of lumpen, crazy-paving-clad dross that accounts for much
modern residential development, Lincoln Plaza is Galliard Homes’
latest gift to the Isle of Dogs, proving that it’s not just banks
that know how to desecrate the skyline. With jutting cantilevers,
random voids and a frenzy of bolt-on balconies, it is yet more proof
that busy isn’t always best.
2015 Winner
Carbuncle Cup: Walkie Talkie wins prize for worst
building of the year
The London skyline is dominated by this thuggish comedy
villain of a building, which has melted cars and caused winds strong
enough to knock people over
‘It’s hard to imagine a building causing more
damage if it tried’ …
London’s Walkie Talkie building,
otherwise known as 20 Fenchurch Street.
Photograph: Philip Wolmuth/reportdigital.co.
Oliver Wainwright
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It has singed shopfronts, melted cars and caused great
gusts of wind to sweep pedestrians off their feet. Now the Walkie
Talkie tower, the bulbous comedy villain of London’s skyline, has
been bestowed with the Carbuncle Cup by Building Design (BD) magazine
for the worst building of the year.
Responsible for a catalogue of catastrophes, it is hard
to imagine a building causing more damage if it tried. It stands at
20 Fenchurch Street, way outside the city’s planned “cluster”
of high-rise towers, on a site never intended for a tall building. It
looms thuggishly over its low-rise neighbours like a broad-shouldered
banker in a cheap pinstriped suit. And it gets fatter as it rises, to
make bigger floors at the more lucrative upper levels, forming a
literal diagram of greed.
A literal diagram of greed … 20 Fenchurch Street/the
Walkie Talkie. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian
“The building with more up top,” trumpets the
marketing material – but it is others who must live with its
overbearing bulk, which now lumbers into views across London from
practically every angle. From the South Bank, it squats straight
ahead like a misplaced pint glass, blotting out its elegant
neighbours. From further east, its silhouette is reminiscent of a
sanitary towel, flapping behind Tower Bridge. The headquarters of the
Royal Institute of Town Planners stands two streets away. “It’s a
daily reminder,” sighs one employee, “never to let such a
planning disaster ever happen again.”
Still, in the eyes of the City’s former chief
planner, Peter Rees, it is a great success. It was granted
permission, he maintains, because it operates as “the figurehead at
the prow of our ship,” complete with “a viewing platform where
you can look back to the vibrancy of the City’s engine room behind
you.”
“The building’s raison d’etre was to provide a
new kind of Assembly Rooms,” he adds, “a place that City types
could go in the evening to harrumph and hurroar, then stagger back to
Liverpool Street station – and it’s worked enormously well for
that purpose. Coincidentally, they were able to put some offices
underneath it.”
From the east it is reminiscent of a sanitary towel
flapping behind Tower Bridge … the Walkie Talkie. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian
The building was crowned with a Sky Garden, a babylonian jungle in the clouds that would be the pride of the Square Mile, framed as not just a place for bankers to drink, but a public space accessible to all. The reality is anything but. If you book three days in advance, or reserve a table at one of the overpriced dining concepts, you can go through airport-style security and be treated to a meagre pair of rockeries, in a space designed with all the finesse of a departure lounge. A hefty cage of steelwork wraps around in all directions, obscuring much of the view, while the restaurants rise up in a boxy stack of glass portable cabins. The more you pay, the worse the view gets: at the very top of the gourmet ziggurat, you’re as far from the windows as possible.
The planners have since raised concerns that what has
been built doesn’t match the approved plans, but the underwhelming
roof terrace is the least of the Walkie Talkie’s problems. Before
it was even open, it was found that its south-facing concave glass
facade channelled the sun’s rays into a deadly beam of heat,
capable of melting the bumper of a Jaguar, blistering painted
shopfronts and singeing carpets – with temperatures hot enough to
fry an egg on the pavement.
It was a field day for sub-editors, coining new
nicknames like Walkie-scorchie and Fryscraper, but it was a costly
mistake, requiring the addition of sun shading. The architect, Rafael
Viñoly, maintains that such
measures were part of the original design, but they were “value
engineered” out of the scheme.
Walkie-scorchie or Fryscraper … whichever, it is a
costly mistake. Photograph: Graeme Robertson for the Guardian
He should know: he has history with death-ray
buildings, having designed a hotel in Las Vegas with a similar facade
that scorched sunbathers' hair and melted poolside loungers. He’s
since tried to capitalise on the phenomenon, designing a building in
China that focuses sun rays on an energy receptor, but it remains
unbuilt.
Still, not content with burning people, the Walkie
Talkie started blowing them away. The building was found to have a
rather embarrassing wind problem after the downdraft caused by the
37-storey tower was accused of almost blowing pedestrians into the
road and whisking food trolleys away this summer. The phenomenon has
prompted the planners to introduce tougher guidelines and insist on
independent wind studies.
In a news report from 2013, a reporter proves that the
Walkie Talkie reflects light hot enough to fry an egg.
“It is a challenge finding anyone who has something
positive to say about this building,” says Carbuncle Cup jury chair
and BD editor Thomas Lane. “The result is Londoners now have to
suffer views of this bloated carbuncle crashing into London’s
historic skyline like an unwelcome guest at a party from miles away.”
The building beat stiff competition in a vintage year
for ugly architecture. Other projects that made it on to the
shortlist include a student housing complex in North Acton, designed
by Careyjones Chapmantolcher, a mean-minded mountain of rabbit-hutch
rooms that prompted a local resident to stand for parliament on a
“ban inappropriate development” platform. It was joined on the
list by the monstrous Parliament House apartment tower in Lambeth by
Keith Williams, a lumpen dog’s dinner of a thing that looks like
Elephant and Castle's Strata Tower (a previous Carbuncle Cup winner)
put through a mangle. It is the architect’s first foray into tall
buildings, and we can only hope it will be his last.
OTHER PROJECTS THAT HAVE PREVIOUSLY BEEN SHORTLISTED
Student Housing Complex, North Acton
Parliament House Apartment Tower, Lambeth
Strata Tower, Elephant and Castle ( a previous winner)
19 October 2016
AND THE 2016 WINNER IS
Lincoln Plaza, Docklands, London
see: http://www.bdonline.co.uk/buildings/carbuncle-cup
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