The Saturday Retrospective……

Checking this video out tonight, a whole series of lectures on delight! (Not afternoon delight). The following description is from the above video

“F̶i̶r̶m̶n̶e̶s̶s̶,̶ ̶C̶o̶m̶m̶o̶d̶i̶t̶y̶,̶ & Delight” – a graduate student symposium
Saturday, November 15th, 2014, Princeton University School of Architecture

Guests: Laurel Broughton (Welcome Projects); Mark Foster Gage (Mark Foster Gage + Associates); Andrew Kovacs (Archive of Affinities), Jimenez Lai (Bureau Spectacular); Michael Loverich (Bittertang).

Description: “Firmitas, Utilitas, Venustas. Firmness, Commodity, Delight. Infamous words written by Vitruvius regarding the essential elements of architecture. There is a clear hierarchy to these three elements, priority is given to firmness, then commodity, with delight mentioned last. What would happen if we were to flip the order? What happens when delight is given priority?

The Latin translation of venustas defines delight as beauty in relation to architecture, only beautiful when its appearance is pleasing and in good taste, and as long as it follows the correct principles of proportion and symmetry.

However, the 13th century French translation of delight (delit) is “pleasure, delight, sexual desire.” This translation is more accurate to today’s understanding of delight, which implies an aesthetically desirable object of secretive indulgence.

In foregrounding “delight” we would like to loosely establish an aesthetic category without a predefined formal tendency, rule set, or proportion. Through bringing together a group of people whose work might be considered flagrantly formal, insincere, frivolous, and maybe even silly, we would like to explore the potentials of delight as a point of origin.

We are serious about not being serious.”


But enough about tonight, what has the delights has the week brought with it?uwe_main

Maybe the end of the day isn’t the best time to do this…..

The end result of this year will be an animation tentatively titled “Another Red Balloon”, examining a building at three different time periods. Youth, middle age, old age.

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

This poem forms the basis for the transition between act II and act III, love loss tragedy.

This song is the current selection for Act I.^^^^

Possible Act 2 song, but maybe a bit too much on the sex side^^

This song for Act 3, definitely, love this song and this version

Music is so important to this process, and to my process. Songs link in with moments

Act 2 possibility.

another one:

Well this is a bit of current thought process. But wheres the site you say? Woodville junction baby!

Still haven’t got around to watching the video at the top of this post


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