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, March 10, 2008

After Lebbeus Woods And After

"Whenever you see the word 'Client' in something to do
with building, you know there just has to be an architect
involved because no one else in the building game ever
refers to anyone as 'clients'. It is such a strange word, isn’t it?
In a shop you are a customer, on a train you are a passenger,
in a hospital you are a patient, in a class you are a student,
in the economy at large you’d be a consumer. But client?
The only people who have clients are lawyers, architects and prostitutes,
all of whom have to live with the reputation
that they are simply out to screw you.
Only the prostitute is honest about it.”

Via http://blog.miragestudio7.com


maria t. said...

haha!good one!

Anonymous said...

@ Demetris

Psaxnw gia ena keimenografo gia themata arxitektonikis kai diakosmisis.

An theleis parakalw epikinwnise mazi mou sto e-mail panosch@cablenet.com.cy kai an mporeis steile ena-dio keimena sou gia na ta divasw.


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