#bad architecture

[everythingisahoax]

Big Groverhaus energy

[adulthumanproblem]

Replacing this beautiful gothic church

With whatever this abomination is

Should be punishable by death

[importantkidspyfarm]

I read Credence, and as per usual, y'all doing too much. Every review I've seen is all, "this is the worst book ever," "Penelope needs jail," etc. Calm down, Prude-ence, you can un-clutch the pearls. It's a taboo romance, you knew that going in.

Every booktuber thumbnail is so egregious. Booktok does the most when making this book seem so far out. Maybe it's me. Am I disturbed?

No. I'm not because I think some of you dark romance broads are fucking nuts. I'm all fine with a little grey area romance but that dark romance shit goes way to fucking far.

Spoilers

They aren't related, at all, they aren't even family in the sense that she grew up with them. I don't like that she's 17 in the beginning, just make her grown, especially because Jake being Tiernan's "legal guardian" never becomes a part of the story. Have him reach out after the deaths, and she goes to Colorado to get away from prying gossip rags.

My main complaint is that it is too fucking long AND vanilla. I was expecting more freakiness. They mention spanking and ropes, Douglas mentions strung up deers in the garage like eight times. Not once is Tiernan is strung up like one. Five hundred pages get the fuck out of here. Like what are we doing?

Second complaint, Kaleb sucks. I could not believe he was the one. Not even because of the way they first met which was fucked up but also kind of hot, so whatever. But he just never gets past that. And he's just really mean to her. I can accept a lot in a taboo romance, but the love interest being mean to the lead is not one of them. There's a way to make him aggressive and stand offish without making him an asshole.

Also, l could not get past this big ass custom-built manse only has ONE bathroom. One! For a tri-level "cabin." That pissed me off so bad. A house this big should have at least two full bathrooms and one or two half baths. Jake's master should have an en-suite. The 2nd level hallway should have one full bath for the rest of the rooms to share.

The first level should have a half bath. Kalebs's room is a toss-up. It could have either or neither. It depends on if the original intention was storage. But I'm guessing it was always meant to be his room since no one ever mentions him having a bedroom on the second floor. So he should at least have a half-bath.

That irked me so much. Any time it was mentioned because that is just so poorly thought about. Honestly, they should have an outdoor or a bare bones garage shower, too. They are hunters. That means blood and dirt. No one wants to track offal through their house.

[yourapple56-blog]

More hell on earth!

[theblueshark]

So where I live they torn down the powwow grounds arena and rebuilt it last minute and it’s so, so ugly 😭 it used to be tall and made of wood and painted white and it reminded me of the Roman coliseum and now it’s short and made of metal and dark and it’s so ugly, like so so ugly 😭

[gay-stardrake]

Okay hear me out an entire house made of the chia pet material, and the grass is continually growing out of it. Like walls, floor, ceiling. heck even furniture. and you would have to continually mow it. forever.

[mcmansionhell]

we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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[clingbreath-blog]

PLEASE - If they are teaching you to do this in architectural school...STOP IT NOW! This is HIDEOUS!

[deflare]

One person with a laser point could destroy every single person in this bar.

could you imagine trying to navigate this bar drunk, this is the 9th circle of hell

[yourapple56-blog]

An abandoned mcmansion!

[hans-echo]

Hot dumpster fire hahaahah

[faggotfungus]

Kiosk at Radau River waterfall in Bad Harzburg, Lower Saxony, Germany. 2022 No longer in use.

[redarmyscreaming]

Little people stairs.

Off With Your Head stairs.

[titleknown]

You ever think about how in Socialist Bolivia they get these gorgeous Neo Andean buildings with these beautiful bright colors and bold forms, meanwhile in the capitalist world we get Frank Gehry, who's buildings appear hostile to human life and sanity and generally look like if skyscrapers had tumors and they tried to make those tumors into real buildings; and who's attempt at a "brain health center" would probably turn you into the fucking Joker if you went there?

...I'm actually not joking about that last one, look at it:

It's like if they gentrified a fucking Psychonauts level...

[mcmansionhell]

Bonus Post: The McMansionization of the White House, or: Regional Car Dealership Rococo, a treatise