This is an Eighties, semi brutalitarian structure, having a wash. I told Dwayne Carver, who was sitting in his convertible in front of the RecordHut, where I work. We were also fascinated by this insurance company come on vehicle, a roving billboard of hands trying to convince gullible kids to waive their student insurance fees. We were thinking that some art major got paid a pittance to come up with that idea, then we realized it was probably stolen from an intern with a fixation on the Bob Fosse film "All That Jazz."
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.
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