Estudio: Willy Muller Architects
Fotos: Breezerburn/Flickr
domingo, 29 de marzo de 2009
MercaBarna-Flor. Barcelona. Por Willy Müller Architects
viernes, 27 de marzo de 2009
ORDOS 100: #30. Mongolia. China LTL Architects.
Via: Arch Daily
Estudio: LTL Architects (Lewis. Tsurumaki. Lewis)
Cementerio de Santo Stefano. Italia. Amoretti + Calvi + Ranalli
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Estudio: Amoretti + Calvi + Ranalli
miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2009
...There are two ways of being happy: We may either diminish our wants or augment our means - either will do - the result in the same; and it is for each man to decide for himself, and do that which happens to be the easiest. If you are idle or sick or poor, however hard it may be to diminish your wants, it will be harder to augment your means. If you are active and prosperous or young and in good health, it may be easier for you to augment your means than to diminish your wants...
...But if you are wise, you will do both at the same time, young or old, rich or poor, sick or well; and if you are very wise you will do both in such a way as to augment the general happiness of society...
Benjamin Franklin, statesman, author, and inventor (1706-1790)
...But if you are wise, you will do both at the same time, young or old, rich or poor, sick or well; and if you are very wise you will do both in such a way as to augment the general happiness of society...
Benjamin Franklin, statesman, author, and inventor (1706-1790)
martes, 24 de marzo de 2009
domingo, 22 de marzo de 2009
...(They) Americans have traditionally looked on (their) front lawns as nothing less than an institution of democracy. Beginning in the 19th century, at the urging of such landscape designer-reformers as Frederick Law Olmsted and Andrew Jackson Downing, we took down our old-world walls and hedges (which they had declared to be "selfish" and "undemocratic") and spread an uninterrupted green carpet of turfgrass across our yards, down our streets, along our highways and, by and by, across the entire continent...
...Front lawns, we decided, would unite us, and, ever since, their maintenance has been regarded as an important ritual of consensus in America, even a civic obligation. Indeed, the citizen who neglects to vote is sooner tolerated -- and far more common -- than the citizen who neglects to mow: in hundreds of communities the failure to mow is punishable by fines. That's because our quasi-public unhedged front yards all run together -- in a sense, the White House lawn is contiguous with every other lawn in the land -- and the laggard who neglects to tend his lawn spoils the effect for everyone...
...The democratic symbolism of the lawn may be appealing, but it carries an absurd and, today, unsupportable environmental price tag. In our quest for the perfect lawn, we waste vast quantities of water and energy, human as well as petrochemical... But the deeper problem with the American lawn, and the reason I believe the White House lawn must go, is less chemical than metaphysical. The lawn is a symbol of everything that's wrong with our relationship to the land. Lawns require pampering because we ask them to thrive where they do not belong...
...Turfgrasses are not native to America, yet we have insisted on spreading them from the Chesapeake watershed to the deserts of California without the slightest regard for local geography. Imposed upon the land with the help of our technology, lawns encourage us in the dangerous belief that we can always bend nature to our will. They may bespeak democratic sentiments toward our neighbors, but with respect to nature the politics of lawns are totalitarian...
...What we need is for the President to take the lead -- to stride out onto the South Lawn, drive the sharp edge of his spade into that unnaturally plush sod and toss the first chunk of White House lawn onto the compost pile. To do so would constitute an act of environmental shock therapy...
...The President's choice of a replacement for the White House lawn gives him an unprecedented opportunity to reinvent the American front yard -- and, in the process, promote a saner approach to the environment...
...The democratic symbolism of the lawn may be appealing, but it carries an absurd and, today, unsupportable environmental price tag. In our quest for the perfect lawn, we waste vast quantities of water and energy, human as well as petrochemical... But the deeper problem with the American lawn, and the reason I believe the White House lawn must go, is less chemical than metaphysical. The lawn is a symbol of everything that's wrong with our relationship to the land. Lawns require pampering because we ask them to thrive where they do not belong...
...Turfgrasses are not native to America, yet we have insisted on spreading them from the Chesapeake watershed to the deserts of California without the slightest regard for local geography. Imposed upon the land with the help of our technology, lawns encourage us in the dangerous belief that we can always bend nature to our will. They may bespeak democratic sentiments toward our neighbors, but with respect to nature the politics of lawns are totalitarian...
...What we need is for the President to take the lead -- to stride out onto the South Lawn, drive the sharp edge of his spade into that unnaturally plush sod and toss the first chunk of White House lawn onto the compost pile. To do so would constitute an act of environmental shock therapy...
...The President's choice of a replacement for the White House lawn gives him an unprecedented opportunity to reinvent the American front yard -- and, in the process, promote a saner approach to the environment...
A propósito del nuevo huerto de los Obama en la Casa Blanca. Extracto de un artículo de opinión del NY Times escrito... en 1991!
Nota al margen:
...la naturaleza no puede quejarse y la doblegamos imponiéndole nuestra voluntad. Es así para domesticar su/nuestro progenie/sustento. Pero también es un elemento más de diseño. Una manifestación cultural. Un tema clásico en cualquier clase sobre historia del paisajismo. Recreación romántica frente a geometría renacentista. Jardines ingleses (ruina incluida) frente a parterres barrocos. Recomiendo echar un vistazo al precioso jardín silvestre de la Fundación Cartier en París para ver que otro jardín es posible...
...y, preocupaciones mediambientales y paisajísticas aparte, con un poco de cuidado... y tacto, podríamos extender la reflexión de este articulo al campo de las civilizaciones humanas. Nuestra bien ganada democracia es válida para nosotros y nuestro vecindario, pero cuando intentamos extenderla a otras civilizaciones se convierte en un totalitarismo...
domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009
House to catch the forest. Chino-shi. Nagano. Japón. Por Tezuka Architects
Vía: Arch Daily
Estudio: Tezuka Architects
...muy semejante a un antiguo proyecto escolar...
domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009
If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant guns
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant guns
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide
Elephant Gun, de Beirut
Si fuera joven, huiría de esta ciudad,
enterraría mis sueños bajo tierra.
Como hiciera ya, beberemos hasta morir, beberemos esta noche.
Lejos de casa, rifles para elefantes,
bajemoslos uno a uno,
Depongamoslos, no hay nada, nada alrededor.
Que pasen las estaciones, que lleguen ya.
Que pasen las estaciones, que termine la caza mayor.
Y rasga el silencio nuestro campamento en la noche,
Y rasga el silencio la noche.
Y rasga el silencio nuestro campamento en la noche,
Y rasga el silencio, todo lo que deja es todo lo que escondo.
(Traducción libre)
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide
Elephant Gun, de Beirut
Si fuera joven, huiría de esta ciudad,
enterraría mis sueños bajo tierra.
Como hiciera ya, beberemos hasta morir, beberemos esta noche.
Lejos de casa, rifles para elefantes,
bajemoslos uno a uno,
Depongamoslos, no hay nada, nada alrededor.
Que pasen las estaciones, que lleguen ya.
Que pasen las estaciones, que termine la caza mayor.
Y rasga el silencio nuestro campamento en la noche,
Y rasga el silencio la noche.
Y rasga el silencio nuestro campamento en la noche,
Y rasga el silencio, todo lo que deja es todo lo que escondo.
(Traducción libre)
viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009
ARchitecture Centre Amsterdam (ARCAM). Oosterdok. Amsterdam. Holanda. Por René van Zuuk Architekten
Via: Arch Daily
Estudio: René van Zuuk Architekten
Materiales/Construcción: Kalzip Info en PDF: Kalzip
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