I like the purple doors, the windows, and the lack of a driveway. But I don't know what purpose of the bunker is. Is it a residence, or a shop? I of course, didn't go and ask the questions: I just like to ponder.
How,why when and where of , buildings that honor our existence and those that facilitate the industry of helplessness. Of place and of nowhere? Buildings are telling the naked story of brutal exceptionalism.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Will We Afford This In The Future
The grass in the desert could be irrigated, but will it? Is this a good use of the land? Maybe. But even the land of ridiculous overbuilt schools, with petroleum playing fields is due to feel the budget axe.
And the pendulum swings.
And the pendulum swings.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Completely Homey, Homie!
It just don't get no better, do it? What a view! People live here. No wonder we are depressed.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
How Long Can This Last?
Probably will last much longer than us. A reminder of how hot things are right underneath our feet. The heat has a nice feel to it. It makes me want to drive up to a hot spring right now. Because, it's all there for our use, right?
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Remix-Remodel-Scavenge
My favorite thing about this little two story: the aluminum awning attached over the door. It is a classy evocation of the scavenger culture to come. Does it serve it's purpose? I look at the buildings and houses that surround us and ask myself that question all the time. What is the greater good? If it is pleasing to the eye, and shelters you from the storm, or you can do business there, it's ok.
I would live there.
I would live there.
Friday, June 3, 2011
The Unfinished Roof Look Atrium
Designers/Architects: What does this mean? What does this signify? What does this do?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Motorized Lifestyle
Is it time for Steppenwolf to get the motor runnin'? I wonder what these people will do for a living when the oil runs out? Probably the same thing, digging. Just without the roar of the ICE to keep them company. And the smell of the exhaust to drive them crazy.
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