Reading Vasari at a booshie bistro I once overhead some Well-To-Do person says in an interview, “It’s important for us that the artist does the art and the architects do the architecting and we keep them at their own thing.” I pictured a tug-o-war between architects wishing to will some ornamentation into their work, as well as sculpture wanting to attain the adage of functionality to its operandi. (I also heard fresco is becoming fashionable.)
Isn’t that a good preamble? Well, that’s it. Cause, well, I didn’t really get this book. And I’ll be the first to admit it, (unlike my fellow reviews who are Dickensian in their artful doge.) It’s a little dense. Sometimes I wish, (I ashamed to admit) Foster would just tell me if a thing is good or not.
Here’s the longshrot of it. Well, when big fancy buildings are built, are the sign-signifies in use, are they cast in marble? When a courthouse uses glass for its exterior, does it really signify transparency? Do we expect the people that work there to suddenly act more ethical? Or is the glitter meant to disway us from the all-evil business as usual? Has Apollo’s merciless beautify become merely a brand for cooperation’s and governments to flaunt their bling? Should architecture be like a piece of art? Or should it be like a building?
The problem with Postmodernism in its architecture form is that it’s too cash friendly. It’s too cozy with spectacle. And buildings that take their forms from nature, it turns out, they’re somewhat impractical Buildings don’t occur in nature save the occasional bird nest stadium. (but that birdnest is a spectacle, and spectacles generally have junk food stalls around them) But PostMod’s problem is that it’s all surface. Barleycorn. Disney.
If the reader questions the problem of spectacle here’s a section from another review I clipped:
Debord’s notion of the ‘spectacle’: in Society of the Spectacle social life is argued to have been transformed from ‘being’ to ‘having’ to ‘appearing’, to the point that the ‘spectacle’ of economic life cannot be grasped and changed by men, so separated is it from their working lives.
Minimalism for Foster saves the day. The minimalists were the only ones to take this anti-illusionism, anti-spectacle thing to its merciless end. Wise be the architects who take up the minimalist purity and spare the edifices of graven images. (Iiiii guess) As Koolhaas has remarked “Minimum is the ultimate ornament. It’s a self-righteous crime, the contemporary baroque. Minimum is the maximum in drag. It does not signify beauty but guilt.”
In fact one of the craziest parts, well, so, ok, well this’ll be tough for me. So, so, Modernity started with function follows form. Now it kept its course until a few lapses in Pop and postmodern. Well, in came minimalism on Don Q’s horse. But at that moment is architecture ‘minimalist’ or was it always ‘Modernist”? Was modernity minimalism of the future? Eh? And even then, if this is our playbook, we can clearly see that precedent didn’t come from the Chicago style, the Bauhaus, but further east to the Russian Constructionists. It’s ironic cause Malevich worked in consumer goods. He was a packaging whiz. He was like a proto-Warhol only not a soulless zombie. Modernity/minimalism was good business for consumer culture even back then.
Well, that’s review anyway. Bit long. I probably misunderstood a lot of this. If anyone has truck with what I wrote, I invite them to put forth their complaints, or, as we say in the Modernist world, put up or shut up.