By the time we realized there were no water taxis headed uptown and took the A train, instead, the Museum of Arts and Design’s opening day press conference was almost over and only a few diehard journo’s (Christopher Hawthorne, Robert Campbell) were still lurking around to talk to museum architect Brad Cloepfil of Allied Works Architecture (above in the catbird seat) about winning the four-year fight to turn a playboy’s private collection housed in crimson and burled panelling into a high-tech cabinet of craft curiosities. Asked what he thought about the space now that it’s chock-ablock with the kind of severe white (though some are black) Fort-Knox-style display cases favored by the downtown design store Moss, the architect said, “They have to learn how to play the instrument.”
There’s been a lot of questions about how the so-called credit crisis might impact the architecture and design industries. We’ve been tracking this for months, but so far no one has exactly admitted to apocalypse. Until now.
At a Vanity Fair party on Monday–the day the Dow dropped 504 points–man about town Richard Meier had some dour words for the Observer:
Over the weekend the bloggers of AN boarded the worlds most elegant form of public transportation-the venetian water taxi and headed to Marco Polo airport for the 11:35am Delta flight back to New York City and our offices on Murray Street. We are back to spritzless days, the New York subway rather than vaporettos, beautiful fall days in New York and the typically intense –and wonderful world of New York architecture. A press conference today on Lincoln Center’s design changes and tomorrow the new Brad Cloepfil designed MAD museum on Columbus Circle, Yale’s new art school on Friday and next week the opening of The Storefront for Art and Architectures’ restored facade. Now that we are up and running we will be blogging about all these events and more on the new AN blog! But where can we get a decent spritz in this city?
Thanks to Kristen Richards and ARCHNEWSNOW, she is able to let us know over here at A/N that yes all the hard work, cat fights, long hours, egos might have paid off for the US Pavilion crew. As the reviews come in we will keep them coming. We promise not to put lipstick on a pig about the truth and will post yay’s and nay’s.
The American pavilion – with the best exhibition it has hosted in years, from which celebrity architects are notably absent – showcases 16 projects from all over the country that illustrate how this absence of the state has fostered a roll-up-your-sleeves, do-it-yourself culture, which is proving fruitful and productive in local architecture.
Visions of architecture, practical and inspired, International Herald Tribune
Nude hippies, big blobs, stunning dog pounds – is the 2008 architecture biennale too wacky for its own good?
…The second part of the biennale, held in the national pavilions dotted through the city’s giardini a few minutes’ walk from the Arsenale, begins to offer some real, adult answers to the question of how we can make warm and lovable buildings for people of all classes, creeds and incomes. The US pavilion takes the theme the most seriously, with displays of radical designs for $20,000 homes executed in some of America’s poorest states by such commendable US practices as the Rural Studio. These designs come as a welcome reality check. Read More
See what RIBA’s Hugh Pearman has to say on the BD web-site
The AN crew has departed Venice and we are now all back and preparing our next vast issue which will cover all at the Biennale that we found to be firm, commodious, and delightful, or not. There were no untoward confrontations on the flight back as we sat amidst friends in steerage including Charles Renfro, LOT/EK’s Giuseppe Lignano and Ada Tolla, Andrea Blum, Chee Pearlman, Tucker Viemeister. Laurie Beckelman, Liz Diller, Ric Scofidio, Mark Wigley and Beatriz Colomina were also on board but sat in Somewhere Else. Stay Tuned.
It is confirmed: Aaron Betsky fell into the canal. Friday, on his way to one of several august assemblages of the evening (See Guggenheim Villa, Darkside), Betsky pitched into the murky depths as he ascended the staircase of the Palazzo Polignac where Herzog & deMeuron were hosting a private dinner party. As confirmed by his sister, he was unable to answer his cell phone the next day, as rumors abounded that he went in after it. As we have also experienced a pitching sensation whenever near the water and handrails are few and far between in this fair city, we can sympathize. Later that evening, other diners noticed that Betsky’s spirits were undamped although his suit and shirt were.
Inside Palazzo Giustinian Lolin, up a narrow stone stair in a grand salon with silk walls, dim frescoes, and blue-ish gold brocade curtains, the computer monitors talk about the lives of ordinary rooms with a quiet precision that feels like a salve after days of can-you-top-this architecture installations. Read More