In 1993 or so, I was working as an intern in the library of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. I was doing all the things you’d expect of an intern — re-shelving books, entering new acquisitions into a library database. Being an unsophisticated troglodyte, most of what passed through my hands essentially escaped me aesthetically. One day though, a pamphlet about the works of radical architect Lebbeus Woods stopped me in my tracks. I was transfixed by sketches of weirdly alien environments and artwork superimposing bizarre structural outgrowths and outcroppings upon photographs of existing real-world cityscapes. The more I read the more I was fascinated, and happily it turned out there was more to Woods’ vision than just fancy — a lot of his work was a direct sociologically-informed response to areas disrupted by war or natural disaster, hypothesizing (for instance) pole-vaulted homes like these “high houses” that would be essentially structurally immune to the whims of planetary tectonics, and so forth. Sad to learn that he died last year. I have a few of his books and they remain as wonderfully jarring and transfixing as ever.
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Charlotte Perriand - une maison a Montmartre - 1959
Really gives you an idea of the magnitude of the destruction.