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Monday, 2 August 2010
Im Treibhaus
There will be nothing on here for the next two weeks as I'm taking what feels like a well-earned break. In the meantime, here's a recording I made of my own arrangement of Wagner's 'Im Treibhaus' from the Wesendonck Lieder, as mentioned previously here.
I'm slightly pleased with having done an arrangement of this piece, if only for the fact that a German Romantic lied about being melancholy in a greenhouse more or less covers all of what I've been talking about for the last year or two. Add to that the sheer morose joy of the repeated iv-i-iv-i (in minor, of course) and you have hopefully enough to temporarily fill the 'desolate, empty, horrible void' of my absence(!)
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Sunday, 25 July 2010
Competition Time!
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Since graduating I have worked freelance on a couple of competitions, but nothing that I have initiated myself. Seeing as the windows of opportunity are being slowly and consistently reduced to mere archery slits, a young practitioner such as myself should probably be a lot more keen, entering things willy-nilly with nothing to recommend me but a charming grin and a willingness to work for anyone on anything. Although this is obviously only a route that an ambitious little shit would ever take (although there's never in the history of humanity been a shortage of those, oh no...) I am getting the strange feeling that I ought not to just sit at desks slagging everything that everyone does all of the time.
Now, disregarding the obvious hypocrisy, I thought I would share this - It's a competition to 're-imagine' one of the World's Most Insane Buildings - The Palais de Justice in Brussels. If you ever wanted to understand the architectural and cultural context into which spaces such as the Crystal Palace or the winter garden in general were arriving, then you really have to look at this behemoth, the largest building built anywhere in the 19th century. An eclectic smorgasbord of folderol; a steroidal, syphilitic architecture...
Competition is here.
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Saturday, 24 July 2010
Back around to the Orbit
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Not that long ago (6th of April to be precise), I wrote a short piece poking fun at the ArcelorMittal Orbit, that contemptuously half baked excuse for an Olympic landmark. Recently, the planning applications for the 'Mittalintestine' were submitted, which of course gave us more information than we had before (You can have a look through here...) I won't go into too much detail, because there's very little revelation of poor design concepts and half-baked aesthetic justification that wasn't abundantly clear from the outset of the project.
![](http://web.archive.org./web/20100804200726im_/http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV6jTCxSio8/TEsQrS4W1xI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6B9c9hE-Rn4/s400/1671186_orbit4.jpg)
But actually, there are a couple of things that made me laugh in a mixture of pride and shame, at my having predicted so thoroughly the mindset of those involved. I made a couple of mentions in the previous post to the 'napkin sketch' and the notion that Anish Kapoor provided his ideas only at the very beginning of the process, before it got taken over by the wibble engineers. And lo and behold, the concept sketches as revealed in the Design and Access statement are the sort of piss-poor doodles that would be torn off the wall at any review in any art school, anywhere in the world, for wasting your tutor's time, your fellow students' time and of course your own bloody time. But no, in this case they reveal genius at work. Of course.
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The other thing, which I find even more appalling, is that I basically preempted their whole rationalisation spiel. Here's what I wrote about my 20 minute cock'n'balls redesign, as seen above:
I think it not only provides an iconic structure that we can all admire from anywhere around London, but it also wryly subverts, deconstructs, if you will, the priapic certainty of the conventional tower-structure.
And here's the genius artist & genius engineer:
The design for ‘Orbit’ evolved out of a dialogue between Anish Kapoor and Cecil Balmond. They have been working together for over 10 years. The Artists started their creative investigation by looking at the idea of the tower in the 21st century. It should be a landmark sculpture and to be defined as such, it will provide panoramic views over London. Post London 2012 Games, it should retain its iconography against the London skyline. It should make an iconic statement about ‘Tower-ness’. They looked at epoch making towers such as the Eiffel, Tatlin, Empire State and even the Pyramids.
They could see that all conventional or classical structures want to accumulate strength and are thus stable ground based structures. Furthermore all towers are continuous in the vertical plane. This was a premise which Kapoor and Balmond wished to unravel and to destabilise.
The ghost of shit sub-Derridean thought continues to haunt aesthetics. Damn them all, the fools.
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Sunday, 11 July 2010
Das ist kein Mann! (Das ist ein Kaninchen!)
This is one of those 'Sorry I haven't written anything for ages' posts. Truth is, I've been sooooooooo busy. But in the meantime, here's something for all you Wagnerian furries out there...
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Wagner
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Up to much?
Those of you who know about this blog who haven't actually met me yet might like to know that I'll be appearing in public twice in the next two weeks.
![](http://web.archive.org./web/20100804200726im_/http://www.architecturefoundation.org.uk/assets/images/2010/LFA2010/posters-6_WEBcrop.jpg)
Appearance No.1:
Alternative Open Top Bus Tours of East East London
On Sunday 27th of June, I will be playing the 'straight man', I suppose, on Laura's Hackney Bus Tour, as part of the London Festival of Architecture. Expect wild anecdotes and vicious critique in equal measure, just not so much from me...
![](http://web.archive.org./web/20100804200726im_/http://www.aplust.net/imagenes_blog/z6U5WUF4_03_Plecnik_Unversity_Library_Ljubljana.jpg)
Appearance No.2:
Program Šole teorije umetnosti
On Saturday 3rd of July, I am due to appear at an art theory school in Ljubljana, giving a paper on "Architecture, Avant-gardes and Failure." This will essentially be a talk based around the final chapter of 'the Architecture of Failure', discussing the self-anointed avant-garde of architectural production, and why what they produce is really nothing of the sort, at least; not in the way it's intended to be.
![](http://web.archive.org./web/20100804200726im_/http://www.architecturefoundation.org.uk/assets/images/2010/LFA2010/posters-6_WEBcrop.jpg)
Appearance No.1:
Alternative Open Top Bus Tours of East East London
On Sunday 27th of June, I will be playing the 'straight man', I suppose, on Laura's Hackney Bus Tour, as part of the London Festival of Architecture. Expect wild anecdotes and vicious critique in equal measure, just not so much from me...
![](http://web.archive.org./web/20100804200726im_/http://www.aplust.net/imagenes_blog/z6U5WUF4_03_Plecnik_Unversity_Library_Ljubljana.jpg)
Appearance No.2:
Program Šole teorije umetnosti
On Saturday 3rd of July, I am due to appear at an art theory school in Ljubljana, giving a paper on "Architecture, Avant-gardes and Failure." This will essentially be a talk based around the final chapter of 'the Architecture of Failure', discussing the self-anointed avant-garde of architectural production, and why what they produce is really nothing of the sort, at least; not in the way it's intended to be.
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architecture,
me me me
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Iron, Glass & Wagner
Iron & glass architecture had a very strange relationship with music. This played out in a number of different ways, some of which I discuss in the manuscript for my book, or have written about here in the past. Take the 'discordant display of loyalty' as the two organs at either end of the Hyde Park palace failed to play 'God Save the Queen' in time with each other, or the very first recorded music, created by the Edison Gramophone Company at the gigantic Handel festivals which were held triennially at the Sydenham Crystal Palace. Listen to it again here, because it's absolutely stunning, if you're interested in that sort of thing.
On the other hand, another aspect of the musical life of the late 19th century was revealed to me during my studies, as my searches for material threw up more and more cheap and cheerful fodder, otherwise thankfully lost. The British Library has reams and reams of throwaway Victorian sheet music, all compiled into big fat volumes, all of it dirge, and in a few cases composed in honour of some new edifice that had just been thrown up. Hence 'the Albert Palace Grand March' above, one of two pieces composed in honour of the ill-fated iron & glass building off Battersea Park, which I previously depicted in what you might call a quasi-ruined state, driving friends, colleagues and lovers to near-total distraction.
So imagine my surprise when, inamongst the vulgar kitsch of Crystal Palace Waltzes and such like, I found the following passage, regarding the Philadelphia Exhibition of 1876:
“The Women’s Centennial Executive Committee […] commissioned the Centennial Inauguration March from Richard Wagner which was played at the opening ceremony on 10 May 1876. Joseph Wilson, Henry Petit’s Partner, felt that ‘to one who is an enthusiastic admirer of Wagner, it must be confessed that it is somewhat disappointing. Still, it is Wagner. None can dispute that. The grand clashes, swelling up and up until they almost overtop the heaven’s themselves’”.
Allwood, John. The Great Exhibitions. London : Studio Vista, 1977, p.54
Was this some example of a decent piece of music being composed to go along with an iron & glass building? Well, I had a look at it when in the library, and I must say that, lo and behold, it wasn't particularly impressive. In fact, it was as dirge-like as any other piece of shit throwaway music from the period. (If you have access to spotify you can hear all thirteen achingly dull minutes of it here). Indeed - Allmusic have an interesting anecdote about the piece:
Meanwhile, the United States was preparing to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence and, at Christmas 1875, commissioned Wagner to compose a commemorative march for the occasion. By February 1876 it was completed, as music for the Flower Maidens in Parsifal sprang to mind -- perhaps they wanted to be Americans, he quipped. Wagner was obviously correct when he said of this vacuously pompous effusion that the best thing about it was the $5,000 he was paid for it, which funded -- despite a festival deficit of 150,000 marks -- an Italian vacation.
From here.
So we have here two opposed logics regarding the music of the exhibition palaces. On the one hand the music that accompanied them was altogether vulgar and unrefined, totally in keeping with the pomp and naivety of their popular reception, but on the other hand we can look back and collect reverberations, echoes and distorted memory artefacts, coming to understand the haunted qualities of their musical cultures, much as we understand the strange dreaminess of their spatial qualities, both dream qua hope and dream qua phantasm, in accordance with Walter Benjamin's analysis.
But in fact, we have not yet exhausted Wagner's contribution to iron & glass and its cultures. First I'd like to note here his minor appearance in Kenneth Frampton's excellent 1970s essay Industrialisation and the Crises in Architecture, where Wagner comes to represent a similar bourgeois reaction to industrialisation (which Frampton describes as 'The Crisis of 1851'):
In short, Wagner’s Gesamtkunstwerk became the aesthetic model for a wholesale bourgeois retreat from the barbarisms of an industrialised world. From Morris’ Red House, built at Bexley Heath in 1859, to Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde of the same date was but a step.
Oppositions reader : selected readings from a journal for ideas and criticism in architecture, 1973-1984 New York : Princeton Architectural Press, c1998. p.51
In this case Wagner strongly represents the whole-hearted rejection of technology, and of course it's very easy to draw lines between the Pre-Raphaelites, with their medievalist aesthetic, and Wagner's own pagan nonsense. I'm certainly no expert on Wagner's work but generally I don't think that there's really any machines in there - the utilisation of myth as some kind of universal doesn't make much sense when you consider that industrialisation was already near-fully established: by 1844 Charles Valentin Alkan had already composed 'Le chemin de fer', a rather mental etude depicting a railway journey. The universality of myth in this instance can only really point backwards.
But it's actually more complicated than that. Wagner, while working on 'Tristan und Isolde', was living in a house in the garden of his patrons the Wesendoncks. He, being Wagner, got rather too close to Mathilde Wesendonck, although nobody is quite sure whether they 'got it on', so to speak. While he was there he composed the Wesendonck Lieder, some of his only music that isn't set to one of his own texts. The poems that he set were ones written by Mathilde, including one called 'Im Treibhaus' (In the Greenhouse), which is a substantially more modern subject than what we might be used to from Wagner.
Musically the piece is a sketch for the Prelude to Act III of Tristan und Isolde, with Tristan's leitmotif, the ascending four notes that govern the entire opera, stretched out across a minor scale, and a lushly abject voicing of the tonic chord. This alternates with short passages of more bittersweet character, although still quintessentially Wagner; those slippery, wandering minor chords sliding in and out through tight chromatic voice leading. Overall it's a small-scale and less bombastic side to Wagner and thus is far more palatable than one might normally find him, although it's no less brilliant as a result.
But the lieder as a whole is what is most interesting here. The protagonist is in a winter garden considering the lot of the plants, which have been uprooted and brought to this horticultural museum:
Hochgewölbte Blätterkronen,
Baldachine von Smaragd,
Kinder ihr aus fernen Zonen,
Saget mir, warum ihr klagt?
High-vaulted crowns of leaves,
Canopies of emerald,
You children of distant zones,
Tell me; why do you lament?
The protagonist compares the alienation and suffering of life to the strange-nature of the greenhouse:
Wohl, ich weiß es, arme Pflanze;
Ein Geschicke teilen wir,
Ob umstrahlt von Licht und Glanze,
Unsre Heimat ist nicht hier!
I know well, poor plants,
A fate that we share,
Though we bathe in light and radiance,
Our homeland is not here!
Indeed, the lugubriousness of the scene is encapsulated in what must be one of the darkest lines I've ever come across in a Lied:
Und umschlinget wahnbefangen
Öder Leere nicht'gen Graus.
And embrace through insane predilection
The desolate, empty, horrible void.
Gosh.
Anyway, it's worth looking just a tiny bit closer at this. The setting for the poem is not a public greenhouse like the Jardin d'Hiver or Kew Gardens, although they did exist at this point. Instead, we can assume that we are inside a private greenhouse. The earliest winter gardens, originating around the beginning of the 19th century, were not public buildings, but rather spaces attached to aristocratic houses. Public winter gardens would only start to be built from around 1848, of course, but once they were on the scene the era of the private winter garden was in decline, accompanied by a deepening, you might say thickening of the Romantic aesthetic. Kohlmeier and Von Sartory's amazing Houses of Glass outlines this condition in the following passages:
With the change from family- based enterprises to the anonymity of twentieth-century monopoly capital, the era of the private winter garden came to an end […] the winter garden [w]as a place beyond the reach of ordinary mortals, an unreal world where amid rarities and rituals the nobility prepared to make its departure from the historical scene. As the nobility was relinquishing the acquisition of nature to the bourgeoisie (which, moreover, began to buy up the castles and mansions), it developed a sense of Romanticism for which the winter garden was the last refuge.
Kohlmaier, G & von Sartory, B, Houses of Glass, Cambridge, Mass. London : MIT press, 1986.p.31
So, on the one hand this piece of music can function as a lament for cultural decline as seen from the endangered aristocracy. In this sense, the fragility of the alienated plants is a metaphor for the beauty and delicacy of a vulnerable way of life being threatened from below by the ascendant and uncouth bourgeoisie. Proust, of course, bases so much of the Recherche on this botanical image of the aristocracy - too beautiful and rare to survive in this new world.
But I would prefer to read this differently. The alienation of the poem might be understood with the benefit of conceptual hindsight. Here we can think that the fragility of the plants in their artificial environment forces a reframing of concept of nature, an obvious artifice that reveals an underlying artifice. In this sense we are closer to what is more interesting and radical about Romantic attitudes to nature - indifference rather than harmony, fragment over totality. This already-alienated nature universalises in a way no anti-industrial grasp at timelessness could ever possibly achieve.
With this piece in consideration, we now have what is almost a perfect musical correspondence to the three main different cultural readings of Iron & Glass architecture that I'm trying to understand. There is the naïve and the glorious, as represented by the Victorian pap that accompanied the pomp. There is also our archived perception of the memory of the iron & glass world, as testified by the haunted recordings and images of the buildings that are long gone, and indeed were barely there in the first place. To this we can add the strange romantic attitude whose melancholic gaze does not look back wistfully, but confronts its technologised setting and reframes itself accordingly.
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King Ludwig of Bavaria, Wagner's eventual patron, had this large winter garden built on the roof of his palace in Munich.
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Saturday, 12 June 2010
Think of the Grannies!
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To while away your time, I'd like to recommend a few bits of writing, mostly splenetic:
Will is absolutely spot on regarding the desperate and pathetic attempts to make excuses for BP. It's always hilarious (and depressing) to hear the most thuggish free-marketeers, when the self-regulatory mechanisms of the omnipotent market demiurge aren't going their way, make appeals to your conscience. Scumbags.
Will describes the attitude in terms of 'Minderbinder Logic', referring to the resemblance to Catch-22 of the horrid 'broken kettle' logic of those defending the indefensible. Go read it.
The Sesquipedalist has a blistering post about "Building Schools for the Future", which even at the best of times was a thoroughly horrid method of creating some of the most important spaces that we have as a culture.
It boils my blood when that fucking cretin Michael Gove, with his face like a bag of smashed crabs, accuses architects of being the waste in these projects. Gove is a despicable populist fuckwit who is going to have us all back on the dole queue again in six months, just so that he can asset strip the education system. Scumbag.
Owen has an excellent article in BD about the new East London Line extension (with its own extension here), which manages to seamlessly blend aesthetic, economic and political analyses of the project in a way that is rare. The last paragraph in particular is well worth chewing over. I think there is definitely a new analysis of the 'BIG SHED' brewing, it's just a matter of time before it gets worked out. Hopefully I'll be able to contribute at least a little to its elucidation over the next while.
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architecture,
politics
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Boho Theme Parks
Kosmograd has written an excellent post attempting to tie together the strange nostalgia for neighbourhoods on the threshold of gentrification and the sheer irrelevance of these thoughts when faced with comprehensive capitalist development, such as in Shenzhen and other such 'free zones'.
For anyone who (like me) lives in a neighbourhood that is indeed "teetering on the cusp of the future" it's very thought provoking.
If I could just extend Kosmograd's irony into a circle ever so slightly, I'd suggest that what goes on in gentrifying neighbourhoods is indeed the spatio-political equivalent of the invisibility of the labour in the luxury ipad. I'd be able to enjoy the artisan baguettes, fixed wheel bikes and oh-so-fucking-ironic barbour jackets more if I thought for one second that the smuggernauts around me felt the slightest bit guilty about being the vanguard of such deeply unpleasant social forces.
But of course; artisan baguettes, ipods, and lively neighbourhoods brimming with loft parties are very nice! Who would deny themselves such things, and to what end?
For anyone who (like me) lives in a neighbourhood that is indeed "teetering on the cusp of the future" it's very thought provoking.
If I could just extend Kosmograd's irony into a circle ever so slightly, I'd suggest that what goes on in gentrifying neighbourhoods is indeed the spatio-political equivalent of the invisibility of the labour in the luxury ipad. I'd be able to enjoy the artisan baguettes, fixed wheel bikes and oh-so-fucking-ironic barbour jackets more if I thought for one second that the smuggernauts around me felt the slightest bit guilty about being the vanguard of such deeply unpleasant social forces.
But of course; artisan baguettes, ipods, and lively neighbourhoods brimming with loft parties are very nice! Who would deny themselves such things, and to what end?
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architecture
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
"I'm not racist, but..." logic.
"Having been deeply perturbed by a personal visit to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I mean no disrespect to the victims and ruined objects of Japan if I say that the same list of objects is destroyed in a different way by the various philosophies of human access. Human-centered philosophy is a Hiroshima of metaphysics"
-Graham Harman, Prince of Networks, p.103
I am, I suppose, enjoying this book, but the style is at times simply unbearable.
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Architecture of Failure V
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It is well-known that an automaton once existed, which was so constructed that it could counter any move of a chess-player with a counter-move, and thereby assure itself of victory in the match. A puppet in Turkish attire, water-pipe in mouth, sat before the chessboard, which rested on a broad table. Through a system of mirrors, the illusion was created that this table was transparent from all sides. In truth, a hunchbacked dwarf who was a master chess-player sat inside, controlling the hands of the puppet with strings. One can envision a corresponding object to this apparatus in philosophy. The puppet called “historical materialism” is always supposed to win. It can do this with no further ado against any opponent, so long as it employs the services of theology, which as everyone knows is small and ugly and must be kept out of sight.
-Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History. Thesis I
Note the title on this postcard...
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