It's a remarkable achievement for the zinc-walled little fortress that from the street suggests Darth Vader’s headquarters.
And is cozy as a prison inside.
In case anyone's wondering what the jury was thinking, the AIA posted a few of their comments on its website:
This building unfolds as it is experienced and is sublime in its stillness and detailing.
From the street, one is seduced by is [sic] secrecy and upon entering its crafted inner court, the project is revealed much like a poetry reading.
The manipulation of light through sectional explorations and the weaving of its limited material use through its interiors are resolved exceptionally well.
So that explains it.
I guess this means the PF won’t be taking my advice on a fix.
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"the project is revealed much like a poetry reading"
I can imagine few horrors like stumbling unawares on a poetry reading. I come by the sense of dread and alarm honest, but Cliff polluted my mind on the subject and now I can't get past what Flann O'Brien had to say about it:
"I was once acquainted with a man who found himself present by some ill chance at a verse speaking bout. Without a word he hurried outside and tore his face off. Just that. He inserted three fingers into his mouth, caught his left cheek in a frenzied grip and ripped the whole thing off. When it was found, flung in a corner under an old sink, it bore bore the simple dignified expression of the honest man who finds self-extinction the only course compatible with honour."
I like the Death Star business. All the classiest tyrants talk about how much they love poetry.