Forget all visions and hopes for coherence and wholeness; now the most important matter in architecture is the art photograph. The experience of continuity and relationship is irrelevant; feeling for place is immaterial; context means nothing. A project becomes only a collection of lovely bits'n'pieces - random jigsaw parts that will never go together, and are never intended to, apart from being viewed as a published collection.
One is asked to understand and appreciate the marvel - ‘the whole picture’ - with a unique piece of sky, a part of a familiar face, an obvious portion of the river, a distinctive red piece, etc., all arrayed as a jigsaw might be at the very beginning when distinctive, recognisable pieces can be identified and placed in their relative positions in a void, so as to initiate some pattern of relevance; initial clues to allow other similar parts to coagulate to create the whole. The only difference is that the slick architectural images have no specific location other than the graphic relationship with the published text. They are intended for individual display; to be seen and appreciated alone, as framed by the lens and ‘shopped’ by the photographer to be presented as a collected set. It is the personal, individual assemblage of emotive readings that becomes the perceived architecture: the phantom wholeness.
Architecture is now presented for admiration, to be sensed as these scattered, schematic, piecemeal offerings; a collation of lovely parts that give no indication of any whole in any context. One is left juggling emotions in an abyss of private intrigue that hopes only for the very best. This is not the start of anything ‘architectural’ as it is the beginning of the completion of the jigsaw; it is the architectural end: there is nothing more. One is supposed to look and be bewildered by the stark beauty of the contrived art photographs, and be satisfied that one has seen everything; sensed the project’s qualities; its bespoke richness. One assumes that the things perceived actually go together.
So it is that Street View is frequently brought into play, to reveal the unaided eye and the everyday whole; and should be if the architect is going to be so devious in disguising the foibles and awkward collisions with cunning collusions.+ It is a shame that we do not have Interior View to complete the whole.
It is this concentration on the image that has changed architecture, made it into a self-conscious styling of bespoke concepts prepared for admirable display, rather than being an enrichment of the everyday; supporting life in all of its variety and depth.* The sad thing is that architects start believing in their own art photographs, and begin designing for them; seeing the whole world as a set of framed pieces rather than thinking about those who will live in and use the work.
Instead of Sullivan’s dictum, one now has: Form follows photograph; photograph defines form. Blake’s ‘a World in a Grain of Sand’ holds a meaning that is trivialised in the attempt to present the whole building in a few snapshots.#
https://www.remodelista.com/posts/pricegore-townhouse-london-brutalist-modern/
https://www.domain.com.au/living/inside-the-award-winning-merricks-farmhouse-1252901/
https://www.archdaily.com/996509/ti-house-noarq
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For the importance of Street View in architecture, see:
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-need-for-street-view-in-architecture.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2019/03/architectures-two-remote-islands-too.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2019/10/taylor-square-warehouse-variations-in.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2023/12/heritage-house-woven-sensitivity.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2021/04/wheres-granny-flat.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/11/drew-heath-bespoke-details-practise.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2023/09/peter-stutchbury-at-bond-232.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2023/02/the-ha-ha-haus-place-context.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-hawthorne-house-context-place-street.html
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See: https://www.dezeen.com/2024/01/08/the-henderson-skyscraper-zaha-hadid-architects-hong-kong/
ZHA sets the example for blatant, grand architectural display by creating an 'orchid' building for the '21st century and forward looking,' designed to 'make waves around the world.' These are the words of ZHA principal, Patrik Schumacher.
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Auguries of Innocence
BY William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
NOTE:
On photography in architecture, see:
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2023/09/photography-architectural-porn.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2021/05/fabulous-photography.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2021/05/fabulous-photography.html
https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2022/05/photography-expression-experience.html
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