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Reimagining Narratives: The Intersection of Architecture, Confectionery, and Cosmetics

Hans Hollein's Strada Novissima, showcased at the Venice Biennale of 1980, emerged as a striking embodiment of postmodern architectural ethos. Amidst the backdrop of diverse architectural styles scrutinized during the 1960s and 1970s, Hollein's creation stood as a beacon of pluralism and reinterpretation.

The street of styles, as Hollein dubbed it, featured columns adorned with various elements, ranging from brick and concrete to classical ruins, seamlessly blending the primitive with the modern. This architectural journey through time offered a profound reassessment of history, inviting viewers to navigate through physical permeability and experience the communicative power of built environments.

Collaborating with esteemed architects such as Ricardo Bofill and Frank O. Gehry, Hollein orchestrated a symphony of diverse voices, each contributing a facet to the urban landscape. This plurality of perspectives, manifested in full-size facades lining the Strada Novissima, re-appropriated the past while embracing the complexities of contemporary architectural discourse.

However, amidst the celebration of postmodernism, criticisms arose. Philosopher Jürgen Habermas, in his address at the Biennale, lamented the departure from the tradition of modernity, cautioning against the allure of historicism. He underscored the imperative of preserving the unfinished project of modernity amidst encroaching conservatism in politics and culture.

Beyond the realm of architecture, parallels emerge in the worlds of confectionery and cosmetics. Just as architecture communicates narratives, sweets and makeup carry layers of symbolism, masking deeper meanings beneath their surface allure. From the ancient origins of sweets to the charged symbolism of red lipstick, each embodies allure, power, and the complexities of human expression.

Drawing inspiration from Hollein's columns, one might reinterpret architectural motifs with symbols of motherhood juxtaposed against elements of childhood desire. Ice lollies, sherbet fountains, and red lipstick become icons of maternal care, interwoven with the architectural fabric, challenging perceptions and evoking intrigue.

In this intricate tapestry of symbolism, the convergence of architecture, confectionery, and cosmetics reveals a common thread of masking and reimagining narratives. It is a reminder that behind the façade lies a deeper complexity, inviting contemplation of the masks we wear and the stories we construct in the built environment.

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Learning to Work as an Architect

From humble beginnings, I learned to see and shape the world. Sketching taught me observation, painting gave me patience. I built models in cardboard, crafting realities with my hands, and traced technical drawings with pencil, each line a projection of precision. Ink and shadows danced across drafting film, airbrushed tones breathing life into concepts. Timber and metal became machinery, boxes of wood and paper reached habitable scales, and furniture emerged as functional art.

Collage required the deftness of a scalpel, while folding paper and metal reshaped boundaries. Surveying, from homes to cities, taught me scale; film and photography, the framing of moments. Building work and installations grounded me in materiality. Through it all, my eye sharpened, honed by experiences of homelessness, the madness of judgment, the discipline of workshops, and the freedom of travel.

Sex, eating, drinking, smoking, dreaming, sleeping—living—infused architecture with humanity. Loving and believing anchored me, even as I embraced the inevitability of death. Music became a rhythm for thought, a language of structure. All this unfolded before the arrival of the digital—a new epoch that reshaped the way I thought, drew, and imagined.

This digital realm required me to unlearn and relearn. The computer became my companion, a soul mate in creativity. Conversations once held in ink and paper transformed into numbers, perpetually preserved. Geometry unfolded in infinite forms, shadows cast in an instant, materials materialized from algorithms. The scale was limitless, the work plane infinite—a future I was warned about, now a place I inhabit.

Here, my instruments were reborn, not as tools of tradition but as gateways to new architectures. Paper once carried ink, now it yearns for skin. The computer recalls what we have forgotten, reaching back to the origins of time and beyond. Its memory is vast, a cosmic minefield waiting for imagination to ignite. It names files, measures dimensions, and computes relationships between areas and perimeters, constructing logic that resonates with nature.

It reveals truth plainly, articulating architectures that may never exist but demand to be imagined. To be this kind of architect feels fresh, whether or not the world sees me as a document controller.

A house stands renovated, sheltering those I care for and who care for me. Buildings become memories, their forms slipping from sight. Yet the world is rewriting itself, and in that, I find joy—a joy that carries our spirits into an architecture of hope and possibility.

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“The Custodian of Imagination: Sustaining Architecture Beyond the Dream”

The role of the archivist in Rem Koolhaas’s Exodus, or the Voluntary Prisoners of Architecture serves as a striking metaphor for the often-overlooked custodianship of architectural ideas. In the walled strip of Koolhaas’s speculative project, the archivist preserves the memory and purpose of the collective, ensuring that the ideological framework remains intact even as it demands personal sacrifice. This figure is emblematic of a deeper tension in architecture—between individual ambition and the necessity of sustaining a shared vision.

As a document controller at ACME, with an architectural education rooted in the traditions of the Architectural Association at Bedford Square, I find my own role mirrors that of Koolhaas’s archivist. My work, though far from the act of design itself, supports the mantle of architectural imagination. It is a responsibility that often requires setting aside personal dreams of shaping spaces directly to ensure the broader vision of the practice thrives. This custodianship is not a diminishment of creativity but its safeguard, an acknowledgment that architecture is as much about collective endeavor as it is about individual expression.

Like the archivist, I am engaged in the meticulous, often invisible labor of preserving and organizing the elements that allow architecture to function—documents, ideas, collaborations, and processes. In this, there is a profound connection to the fight Koolhaas’s project reflects: the relentless pursuit of keeping the concept alive, even when it demands sacrifices. The work I do is not just operational; it is integral to maintaining the integrity of architecture as a transformative discipline.

This journey—shaped by an education that once filled me with dreams of designing and now finds me supporting those who do—reminds me that the fight for architectural imagination continues. Every drawing I manage, every system I refine, and every collaboration I facilitate strengthens the foundation upon which architectural ideas are built. The fight goes on, and with it, the concept only grows stronger.

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