Friday, September 18, 2015


house no.11 (corridor house)

"At some point, before Twitter, the corridor killed a certain type of architecture. Courtyards collapsed into light-wells; diagrams became buildings. It was all transit, all the time. Architecture became about the circulation of things, people, air, light, goods, _____, etc…. Space became a lubricant. It was almost spiritual. Architecture embraced this new efficiency, the short circuit, a faster way of getting from one place to another. As space was replaced with movement, stuff was jettisoned, the leftovers piled up. Nowadays, corridors are a necessary afterthought, an indifferent chasm joining this to that in houses all across everywhere. This house occupies that circuitry. It’s one variation of many, an assembly of parts that are both technical and archetypal. It vaguely resembles the strange figures of suburban vernacular corridors along with the openness of a Miesian courtyard house. Each module approximates the dimensions of a standard corridor and a 5’x10’ sheet of plywood— but in many cases the space of corridors are big enough to inhabit, to fit a small room (bed, desk, chair). Each module is positioned orthogonally, one after another. The exhausted broken pediment has been copied and pasted without end. The overall configuration is loosely organized around a collection of exterior spaces, but it is disassociated from its ground. It’s repetitive. It’s made of parts. It’s casual. It’s banal. It’s almost familiar. It’s nothing in particular. It fits on a truck."

[via afasia]

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