Iris and the Snail

Recently brought to the attention of Matta Clark, and ye old Richard Wilson, a hearty attack on the IRIS building was inevitable. The current project that is to be worked on is the advertising company Iris Nation based in a Cold War Relic. 10inch thick concrete lines the outside of this cold and ultimatley dead building that is meant to hold one of the brightest and quickest growing advertising agencies in the world. An international branding firm, held captive in one of architectures mistakes. So whats the soloution? I cant help but loath the coating of this site, a dense and uniform, rough and grey material, so why not show it off, why not highlight the brutality of the unit? So i begin the quest to spatial attack this building buy cutting and pulling sections out to re align the building and make it interesting, exciting, and valuble to Iris and the new enhabitance by the general public. Alas i feel that my progress is on a par with a snail challenging the mighty quest of the garden path crossing, essentially, fruitles. But like the mighty snail, i will battle on, snuggle in the shell when times are hard, leave trails of drawings, and achieve the goals of any garden insect, to avoid the wrath of the tutor bird!!

Pooh and Daniel

In just over 48 hours I was taken to a place that I can assure you, I don’t like going to, neither do I believe that I will be able to avoid it again. Like a bear to honey, or be it, the one bear, whinney the poo to honey, I will arrive at this point with absolute certainty. The sheer disgusting and totalitarian state of exhaustion got the better of me on Thursday. After spending two nights at a university library, working, clicking, deliberating, nursing another can of cancer giving stimulant, weary eyes started to close, hands started to twitch on their own accord, and ever surface began to look more comfortable than a 5 star king sized, turned bed with a chocolate on top, preferably a rolo chocolate. And to what avail, well, a sheet of mediocre work that Tigger himself could have produced with a pencil nailed to his tail with him bouncing around like a kid on E.

The evening however turned into something more successful, more honest to the stories of pooh, piglet and donkey. Tired, distressed, agitated, and a little sweaty from the disgustingly warm environments of our critting environments, I took an adventure, with brother in lead, to the cultural and historical depths of Exhibition road, South Ken. Our final destination would be to the Geology Centre for a talk by an architectural great, Daniel Liebeskind. I won’t even attempt to regurgitate the things he said, or jest at the points he was trying to make. And yes I was listening! Get the video, watch it, love it, watch it again, buy his book, then watch it again, then tell everyone, then watch it with them, and then bask in his delayed glory….for a second, then realise that his style is the same….everywhere….everywhere…in-fact, yeah, everywhere, bud sod it, I will be shallow just this once and enjoy his architecturally stunning sculptures, and I think you should to.