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Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

Blogging like it’s 2004. That’s the answer it seems. In which case I should return to my habit of just lazily scanning cool stuff and putting it on flickr. So, for no better reason than a desire to share some beautiful illustrations, I give you the 1961 Ladybird guide to London:

Ladybird-London-cover

Ladybird-London-TheCity

Ladybird-London-Piccadilly

The authorities of the airport are pleased to see us, and they have arranged everything for our pleasure and interest. We can but refreshments or a full meal. For children who are not above old-fashioned means of transport, they have pony-rides and a miniature railway. There is even a sand-pit for the very young. But the great thrill is the aeroplanes; huge and graceful, immensely powerful and so beautiful to watch.

Ladybird-London-Airport

Never mind the carbon emissions and the extra runway rubbish: huge and graceful, immensely powerful and so beautiful to watch. Oof.

With thanks to Kinver Village book fair. More to come.

Made in Birmingham

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

I was recently contacted by some students from Birmingham School of Architecture and asked to take part in an exhibition they’re organising called Made in Birmingham for an upcoming RIBA/BAA event. The request was simply to pick my favourite building in the city and provide a 50 word explanation. Here’s what I’ve just submitted:

Bournville Junior School Carillon

Bournville Junior School

It lifts the soul every time I see it. Bulky swaggering scale, delicate details, bold asymmetry, endearing charm and a machine on the roof worthy of a Dr Who episode. Also, in these dark times we all need reassuring that the free market can occasionally be philanthropic. Different George though.

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4 years of twittering efficiency encouraged me to go for exactly 50 words. I hope my fellow architects are equally precise. I’ve never been inside however and this is gut instinct stuff about how I feel when I drive past. To my utter delight it turns out that the machine on the roof, the Carillon itself, sounds perfectly like the synesthetic stimulation of the very swagger, delicacy, asymmetry and charm I’m describing above.

It even has its own facebook page: Bournville Carillon

Travel tips

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

I’m spending this coming weekend in Dublin. Anybody have any good suggestions for places/spaces/buildings/restaurants to visit?

Wolverhampton Gallery

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

Opening (I’m told) in March 2007, here’s a preview of the nearly completed extension to my local gallery.

pop pop (1)

I’m looking forward to reviewing it next year, as the original proposal was the subject of one of my first blog entries in 2004:

Triangular in plan, the new building sits in an existing courtyard space with one side parallel to the existing buildinq – the other two travelling towards the street and colliding just past the building line of adjacent properties. The wedges of remaining space will provide an interesting tension between old and new. You might describe it as being one third respectful, two thirds cheeky. Which seems like a fitting recipe for a building to house pop-art.

You’ll note that back then I believed this journal would be all about words with the occasional carefully placed image. Could I have been more wrong?

the kids are alright

Thursday, July 20th, 2006

In respectful silence we shuffle around the room. Lips tightly sealed, chins being stroked pensively; nobody daring to appear unaware of the importance of the artefacts on the walls and floor. We’re monks in a monastery of modernism. Spectacles, testicles, wallet, watch.

Chattering as she goes, my three year old daughter rattles across the floor with her toy buggy and parks herself over the sign that says please do not touch on the plinth carrying a Rietveld chair. Disapproving looks ensue and a stoney faced guard starts to stride towards us. The games commence.

The modernism exhibition at the V&A has only a few days left to run. I can’t report on the contents in much detail (too busy stopping my daughter sitting on iconic furniture) but I can tell you that the compact layout and the hushed atmosphere that everyone seems to fall into doesn’t make it easy to take kids. You win some, you lose some. It’s important though, for both us and them, to keep in the habit of going to galleries and exhibitions.

In the courtyard outside, free from the clutches of the gallery police, I’m feeling quintessentially British with my trousers rolled up to my knees paddling in the blessed relief of ten inches of cool water. Matt Webb – trousers in a similar state – confesses that he would never have thought to paddle in the V&A courtyard pool had he not seen the kids do it first. You win some, you lose some.

We talk about rabbits, neo-cons and perturbations.

Perturbation theory comprises mathematical methods that are used to find an approximate solution to a problem which cannot be solved exactly, by starting from the exact solution of a related problem. Perturbation theory is applicable if the problem at hand can be formulated by adding a ‘small’ term to the mathematical description of the exactly solvable problem.

Next stop: Hyde Park and the Serpentine Pavilion. As I’m taking some photos of the outside a passer-by notices the golden cover of the Zumbotel photography competition disposable camera in my son Josh’s hand and stops to talk for a moment.

edge light side anchor dark side

He asks about the building and I explain that it’s a temporary structure by Rem Koolhaas constructed as one of a series of pavilions that have been erected each summer over recent years. Going for bonus points, I repeat something I’d half read in the press earlier that week about how the up-lift of the inflated roof is roughly equivalent to the weight of the lower section, therefore cancelling each other out.

“So it’s a neutral building then?”

Well, yes, I say. I suppose it is. Neutral. Oh dear, this doesn’t feel like a good start. We step inside and I deploy my ‘small’ term to find an approximate solution to a problem which cannot be solved exactly.

heave

Reconfigurable, adaptable, democratic space? Building blocks. Like any other five year old would, he’s built an island in the time it takes most adults to realise the foam chunks can even be moved.

to me, to you stepping sliding pushing

Great stuff. Meanwhile, Tom and I wander and take some more pictures. Some nice detailing, shimmering translucent surfaces everywhere and an unexpected form to the underbelly of the balloon. Having completed perturbing the space, Josh is now leaping between foam stepping stones, zig-zagging between visitors.

sliver nestle

Neutral. The idea won’t budge. If the actions that define its position are cancelled out to zero, what do you have left? Nothing. I’m feeling nothing.

Josh takes a tumble and lands in a heap on the sharp holes punched through the stainless steel floor. As I step forward to pick him up a staff member chooses that moment to move in front of me, preventing my progress, and points out that jumping on the blocks is unsafe and the floor is sharp. I thank him for the timely advice. Bloody exhibition police. Can’t we create any space today that doesn’t need policing?

An approximate solution to a problem which cannot be solved exactly … If we accept that the quest for the perfect architectural solution is a problem which cannot be solved exactly … the model or diagram or sketch is the utopian exact solution of a related problem … so perhaps the final, constructed problem at hand can be formulated by adding a ‘small’ term to the mathematical description of the exactly solvable problem or diagram … meaning that we need to admit perturbations by ‘small’ terms are necessary to move from the idealistic exact solution of a related problem to find an approximate solution to the architectural problem we wisely recognise cannot be solved exactly.

Meaning that a system which denies the possibillity for perturbation by ‘small’ terms is still just mucking about with the related problem, not the problem. The pavilion feels like the exact solution to a related problem because I can’t perturb it with a personal, subjective viewpoint given it’s neutrality.

Perturbing the foam cubes is fun though.

24 hours later I realise that the emptiness is also to do with the way I feel about actions defining character.

We head for the Diana Memorial. An Aussie in a lifeguard t-shirt gets perturbed, waves a walkie-talkie at us and tells us to stop paddling in it. Strewth.

Related entries: Tyred, Fantasy Architecture, Fantastic Architecture, Hands that do fountains.

If nothing else I can at least say that I now know how to spell pavillion pavilion correctly.

Full flickr set of photos: Serpentine 2006

Elsewhere: Dan Hill, Rod McLaren.

a panoply

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

A local post for local people.

This is the height of laziness, but I’m going to let Matthew announce a new project I’m involved in since he’s already done such a good job on his own blog

Wolverhampton Freeycle has quietly been building up over the past few months.

With virtually no promotion, there are now 601 of us giving away useful items and benefitting from the things that other members no longer need. It’s great to get rid of something and know that someone else can make use of it, when it would otherwise go in the dump.

Rob and I have been thinking, for a while, that we’d like to build something more out of the community that has developed around Wolves Freecycle. The Freecycle group itself works best when dedicated to messages offering or requesting items. Also, the original American Freecycle group is very specific about how its trademark should be used.

Freecycle groups are run using the Yahoo Groups system, which is a mailing-list/forum hybrid. Several other Freecycle groups have created what they call their cafe group, also using the Yahoo system. We felt that was too limiting: not only are you bound to accept Yahoo’s advertising but you have no room for future growth, when people have good ideas for new features.

A couple of weeks ago, we set up panoplee.com and began looking for suitable forum software. It’s frustrating that almost all forum software is virtually identical, in terms of clunky user experience, despite their authors’ protestations to the contrary. Vanilla, however, is clean, fast and user-friendly.

We’re now telling people about panoplee.com. I’m surprised that a city the size of Wolverhampton doesn’t already have something similar.

Wolverhampton community website.

Local or not, we’d welcome your thoughts/links.

more sky

Friday, May 12th, 2006

More Skyspace details from Neil:

A couple of extra observations:

I was in there on Sunday. We had a really grim weekend with stacks of
rain, and the floor was all grimed up, plenty of mud and water in the
drainage channels. The roofhole /is/ open to the elements, and it’s
actually quite nice when it’s drizzling.

I hadn’t noticed them before, but there are lights installed on top
of the side-bench things. Significantly less ambient light on Sunday,
so they were visible although it’s only a slight glow. Can’t see
them, but I’d guess they’re fluorescent tubes and the light they give
off is slightly peachy. Maybe that’s just in contrast to the very-
white walls, though.

pour

skyspace

Sunday, April 30th, 2006

Friday. A long day of CAD drafting ahead of me. My spirits are lifted briefly by the latest article by Hugh Pearman about James Turrell’s installation, Skyspace. I get to the links at the bottom and realise that it’s at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. Hooray for the interweb! I know someone nearby…

From: Rob
To: Neil
Date: 28-Apr-2006 09:54
Subject: in the name of art

Dear Neil,

Need a big favour. Please could you fix it for me to see some photos of this:

www.hughpearman.com/2006/13.html

I know you’ve got the skills to nail it.

All the best,

Rob

A couple of e-mail exchanges later…

From: Neil
To: Rob
Date: 30-Apr-2006 14:44
Subject: Re: in the name of art

Rob,

Mission accomplished! Here’s all the pics I took today, smallenised down for easy emailage: let me know if you want particular ones biggerified.

I picked a busy time, Sunday afternoon, so that The Art Guards would have more people to bother with, and I was all hoodied-up for some sneaky phonecam action. Rather disappointed, then, that there isn’t a member of staff /in there/, just one on the door. And I knew him. People were taking photos in there with normal cameras quite openly – in flagrant disregard of the rules – so I joined in.

Don’t get me started on the two incredibly loud women…

viewers

Then there was a lull in the traffic and it was just me in there for a while, so I got some architecturally bits and pieces that I thought you might be interested in: since the roof is open to the sky it seems to be designed a little bit like a wetroom, with channels in the concrete sides and a sort of drainage ditch running around the
edge of the floor.

escape bench drainage corner shaft

It’s very calm in there, provided there aren’t any talking people (quite an echo). It’s a perfect square in plan, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if the height of the room was the same, too. The sky-window seems to have almost no lip to it – it’s a frame, not a shaft. Quite cloudy but bright today, so the sky was a big glow of white rather than blue. The walls and the ceiling around the frame are white, the sides/benches are that sort of smooth concrete stuff they seem to like using in modern builds these days and the floor is a rougher concrete-eqsue stuff. The sides and particularly the door frame with its slab of lintel lend the place a tomblike feel. The sides are sloped back at just the right angle to gaze upwards.

Apparently they’re going to open it at night sometime, which will be /so/ cool.

I’ll probably sneak back in during the week when there are less tourists about, and get some realcam pictures.

Enjoy!

Neil

Like I said, hooray for the interweb. And hooray for folks like Neil. I was a little skeptical when I first started reading the Hugh Pearman piece, much less so by the time I finished it. Now I’m entirely sold on the idea. It looks like an absolute delight for eyes and fingers. Anyone for a trip to the YSP?

bleu

Thursday, April 6th, 2006

“How nice he is! How gallant! Why the boy’s a bit of a ladies’ man already: he takes after his uncle. He’ll be a perfect gentleman,”, she added, clenching her teeth to give the phrase a slightly British accent. “Couldn’t he come have a cup of tea with me sometime, as our neighbours the English say? He need only send me a ‘blue’ in the morning.”

Travelled to Paris. Sent you some pictures. Visited the Shakespeare and Company book shop.

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Bought some Proust. Seemed like I had little choice.

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Learnt, on the tram home today, via the footnotes to the above quote, that a ‘blue’ was an express letter transmitted by pneumatic tube within Paris.

Learnt, later, at my desk thirty minutes ago, via bloglines.com, that Matt Webb’s latest post – a wonderful collection of slides from some recent teaching he did – covers the very same topic.

See slide 26 of Fictional Futures. Better yet, read the whole thing, it’s a rich seam of ideas.


There’ll be more on Paris. Probably more Proust. In the meantime you’re welcome to peruse some of the other pictures I took: Paris, April 2006.

lost and found

Friday, July 15th, 2005

18 KIs
National
Museum,

1977, cou

steps

Tidying the office, looking for a missing drawing, found this photocopy of a book with the annotation just off the edge of the page…my boss can’t remember the name of the architect, any takers?

Beautiful, isn’t it?

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