There’s something about NYU that makes otherwise smart architects produce the bulkiest, ugliest buildings. These things stick out like sore thumbs. Who would’ve guessed that they were designed by Philip Johnson, Rafael Vinoly, and Kevin Roche. Philip Johnson: Roche Dinkeloo: Roche Dinkeloo, again: I have a theory. It involves severely insulting NYU’s board of directors, […]
Are you there Frank Gehry? It’s me, Orla. By the way, I took this image in a completely different way. Not in the remorseful way after (mistakenly) correctly pronouncing his name; but in the disappointed-structural-engineer-way. “I’m sorry Rem, but this is not a cantilever. Nice try.” “ “
Looking Bach, Bach was like the Jesus of music. So immense is his influence that times in his immediate vicinity have become somewhat blacked out. He’s some kind of zero-point from which we are now tracing a new arc (just like BC and AD). Compare the number of Bach’s contemporaries you can name with the […]
At 1:06, and heavily clad.
My dad fastened the last of the Ikea screws and went outside. It had predictably taken him too long and the sun had already begun nodding off. From the field and upon the great rock he felt like he could see through the house’s walls. He put his beer down and made a large gesture […]
On my run this morning, backdropped by awesome views of a golden jersey shore, glinted highlights from parked barges on the Hudson, storage containers, and windows, I passed more dog walkers than runners. I then remembered an interesting point Carl Skelton made during my final fall semester thesis critique (round-table style) in 2009 as we […]