concrete evidence
Thursday, April 13th, 2006Memories pour from 43 year old chairs like sweat from a glass blower’s arse. Used wisely they are tools for dislodging anecdotal diamonds from the deepest mines of architectural history. Returning from the book shop at lunch, clutching my RIBA bag containing William Curtis’ book on Denys Lasdun, an unattractive degree of smugness causes me [...]
