A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Monday, February 18, 2008

What you learn between kisses

Architecture (and I admit the term, alluding to the construction of space, is being radically stretched here) should not be the center of human events, but something that emerges from within them. This does not mean that it remains subordinate, filling only a supportive role. Indeed, it may come to dominate the event, at least in memory. After the party is over, what will be remembered? The music? No, it is more or less designed for the background. The wine? Hardly. Even at the Whitney it was probably mediocre and unmemorable. A chance conversation with someone unknown? Perhaps. A first encounter, a first kiss? (...)

Lebbeus Woods + his blog.
Also, an interview at BLDGBLOG.

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