Coincidentally, I read much of this book while sitting in Portman’s Peachtree Plaza (the lobby at the Marriott Marquis, the food court at Peachtree Center, the lobby at the Westin). I was sitting in these spaces because I needed to kill time downtown and couldn’t stand to be outside in the heat, but also, admittedly, because I love looking up in the Marquis atrium, even if I hate what Portman did to Atlanta and other cities.
This book is fucking brilliant. Pope puts into words much of what I’ve felt but haven’t been able to write about growing up in Dallas or living in Atlanta. Excellent sources, great images, and a beautiful book. Excited to experience a proper grid soon.