#john the architect

[tiodolma]

John's Makes Cliges's New Tower

and Cliges commanded his slave, John, to build him a magnificent tower and sepulcher in a secret part of town. then John said that he would promise to construct the sepulchre in accordance with his best skill, and said that he would take him to see a certain house of his which no one yet had ever seen—not even his wife or any child of his. This house, which he had built, he would show him, if he cared to go with him to the place where in absolute privacy he works and paints and carves. He would show him the finest and prettiest place that he had ever seen.

Technically it's a mansion that no one has seen before, and John built it all alone?!?

Below the city, in a remote spot, John had expended much labour in the construction of a tower.

Here comes the AD Tour

Thither he conducted Cligés, leading him through the different storeys, which were decorated with fine painted pictures. He shows him the rooms and the fire-places, taking him everywhere up and down. Cligés examines this lonely house where no one lives or has access. He passes from one room to another, until he thinks he has seen it all, and he is much pleased with the tower and says he thinks it is very fine. The lady will be comfortable there as long as she lives, for no one will know of her dwelling place.

John be like:

"No sire, you are right; she will never be discovered here. But do you think you have seen all of my tower and fair retreat?

this is top class real estate istg

There still remain rooms so concealed that no man could ever find them out. And if you choose to test the truth of this by investigating as thoroughly as you can, you can never be so shrewd and clever in your search as to find another story here, unless I show you and point it out.

UNLIMITED PRIVATE ROOMS AND BATHROOMS I GUESS??!

You must know that baths are not lacking here, nor anything else which a lady needs, and which I can think of or recall. The lady will be here at her ease. Below the level of the ground the tower widens out, as you will see, and you cannot anywhere find any entrance-door. The door is made of hard stone with such skill and art that you cannot find the crack."

WE ARE NOT DONE YET

"These are wonderful things I hear. Lead on and I will follow you, for I am anxious to see all this." Then John started on, taking Cligés by the hand, until he came to a smooth and polished door, all coloured and painted over.

When John came to the wall, he stopped, holding Cligés by the right hand. "Sire," he says, "there is no one who could see a window or a door in this wall; and do you think that any one could pass through it without using violence and breaking it down?" And Cligés replies that he does not think so, and that he will never think so, unless he sees it first. Then John says that he shall see it at once, and that he will open a door in the wall for him. John, who constructed this piece of work, unfastens the door in the wall and opens it for him, so that he has to use no strength or violence to force it; then, one stepping before the other, they descend by a winding-stair to a vaulted apartment where John used to do his work, when it pleased him to labour at anything

"And you shall see presently how convenient the place is. My advice is that you choose this as your retreat, and that your sweetheart be lodged here.

DID I MENTION THAT THEY HAVE INDOOR PLUMBING? YES THERE IS INDOOR PLUMBING

These quarters are good enough for such a guest; for there are bedrooms, and bathrooms with hot water in the tubs, which comes through pipes under the ground.

John completes the house tour!

Whoever is looking for a comfortable place in which to establish and conceal his lady, would have to go a long way before he would find anything so charming. When you shall have explored it thoroughly you will find this place very suitable." Then John showed him everything, fine chambers and painted vaults, pointing out many examples of his work which pleased Cligés much.

CLIGES LOVED IT SO MUCH THAT HE SET JOHN FREE :D

When they had examined the whole tower, Cligés said: "John, my friend, I set you free and all your descendants, and my life is absolutely in your hands. I desire that my sweetheart be here all alone, and that no one shall know of it excepting me and you and her."

THAT'S LIKE A MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE AND IT ONLY COST ONE SLAVE'S FREEDOM.

the economy is thriving, my lord.

John makes answer: "I thank you, sire. Now we have been here long enough, and as we have nothing more to do, let us return."

JOHN: NOW GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.

[vintagehomecollection]

South view of Castillo del Lago, overlooking Griffith Park.

The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995

[cyanbeetle]

Theyre “helping” with his draft

[illustratus]

A Student on a ladder measuring a Corinthian order at the Temple of Jupiter Stator in Rome

by Henry Parke (Sir John Soane’s Museum, London.)

[stealingyourteeth]

so listening to malevolent has been going great

[wordstome]

I played Prison Architect and started a new prison with a different uniform policy for guards and this one guy looks like Price

he's doing such a good job <3

[lebn]

A fabulous powder room

[faaun]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[coolthingsguyslike]

[juliaknz]

JOHN HEJDUK THE KREUZBERG TOWER, 1988 Berlin - Kreuzberg, Germany Image 1 © Sofia Balters Image 2 © Hendrik Bohl

[theflashjaygarrick]

Feel like pure shit, just want John Stewart to be an architect again.

[spyskrapbook]

"London Metropolitan University _ The School of Art, Architecture and Design _ Summer Show 2024" _ 19-29.06.2024 _ 16 Goulston Street, London, E1 7TP _ Photos by Spyros Kaprinis [27.06.2024].

"Our students have been working extremely hard on their final projects of the year and we're excited to share with them with you at this exciting event.

From 19-29th June 2024 students from all art, architecture and design courses will exhibit their work. The exhibition areas will be Goulston Street (architecture, interiors, and visual communication courses), the Wash Houses (fashion, fashion textiles, product and furniture design, and textiles), Calcutta House (upholstery), and the Annexe (fine art, fashion photography, and photography)."

[vintagehomecollection]

This 1910 cottage in the Corona Heights area of San Francisco is the setting for an extensive renovation by architect John Walsh. A glass-roofed living area with an adjacent kitchen was added to the back and affords dramatic views of the city from both rooms.

The Cottage Book, 1989

[tamorisana]

Stupid.

This is stupid.

He stands on the cold floors of the train station, cold and late. The smell of petrichor is awfully strong. It just rained and it rained heavily. The usually-typical weather for London.

When was the last time he looked around? Looked at his work?

Ghost still keeps the carefully drawn layouts of the building before him. He knows, to this day remembers every single office space he made on paper, every single rosette in the waiting area, and every single trip he had to choose the best materials out of the best. Front of the main traveling station is a majestic mix of Renaissance and Gothic styles, his favorite, completed with matching landscaping and interior design to which, he has to give credit to whomever Price found for the job. His favorite project was the biggest project after the wars.

The robotic hand takes his ticket, checking, making sure it corresponds with the existing entry. "Good evening." The mechanical voice doesn't sound mechanical at all. Since when? "Please move forward, to your train №29636 "London — Glasgow" is stationed on track 7." The ticket is partially ripped but still valid for him to pass.

He hoped it would fail.

Price is stupid for even suggesting it.

"You should take a vacation." Is said between the huffs, voice is heavy with overnight coffee drive, the unfinished project laying before the bearded man. He still kept those stupid mutton chops. "You'll work yourself to death and I need my best lieut—" The cut-off is sharp. No more titles.

"Architect. I need you in a full working condition, Simon, not living on coffee, cigarettes and hope of maybe getting a new tattoo." Since when did he care so much? A long time. It's very... touching? but he's right.

He's right, like always right. That never changed, from the moment Price found him tied to the wall in that fucking basement, through the trenches and heli travels, to now. Now being in a good, famous even, studio? Office? God knows what they are.

Rejuvenate Structures.

"I have a place. Calm, far away from people, just how you like." he doesn't remember when Price wasn't this warm man who needs help with small details on the showcasing models, man who hated asking for help when he couldn't even close his hand into the fist. Man who sometime ago killed and destroyed in mourning.

War destroyes everything. Buildings, villages and cities, countries, people and their lives. Everything. Including you. Something inside you dies with people you kill or couldn't save. It's different when you didn't see the destroyed housing and rotting bodies, it's as if all of these are far away, with people who you don't know.

They can't bring back people.

But they can repair at least something. Make a better place and keep the guilt away. Keep the stupid figures of dead people he sees in his office during his all-nighters out of these walls.

"Sure. Whatever." You'll never be able to regret a decision so much.

Hope of getting a new tattoo with his initials or stupid soap stuff always dies last. It died once for sure.

Gaz is stupid for supporting it.

Messenger bag lands on the floor, heavy with the textbooks, notebooks and laptop. How does Kyle even manage to survive five classes with such heavy bag? How do you run from campus to campus with that thing?

Kyle always liked the feeling of the heavy gear, made it even more heavy with extra stuff that they almost never needed. "It's grounding." no one says otherwise.

"You look like death sometimes." he was the death at some point. "I think Price is right for sending you for a vacation." He sips his tea out of cup their Captain Boss made during the physical therapy for hand nerve damage.

Simon doesn't remember how they started these tea drinking parties. Stupid Fucking brits and things you do. It just happened. Kyle was exhausted. Simon was on edge and out of coffee. It happened once. Then again and once again. What do they say? Once an accident. Two coincidence. Three is a pattern. Fifty Sixth this year is a tradition.

You'd need five cups of tea to substitute a cup of coffee. A scientifically proven fact.

As long as you call Simon McTavish a science.

"You're just bitter he can't and won't do the same for you since you are in school."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Riley." Not a Riley anymore. Riley is dead. MIA. Would probably be presumed KIA for sure.

[sinhal]

When John got reduced down to just the ex-military person over hal, you know we've really lost the plot

[upstairsdownstairsandinbetween]

Residence 2582, Cow Hollow, San Francisco, California, USA,

Geddes Ulinskas Architects,

Stairwell designed by John Lewis