sardine RE: postmodern architecture

I have been to Rotterdam, and I have seen those buildings. They are amazing. The upside-down apartment complex gave me this amazing sense of nausea.

I detest the explanations behind the artist these days. It seems every artist or architect is selling something.

“I am so artistic. I can create. I can create a caca."

Postmodernism becomes another advertisement.

Those young boys and girls sitting at drafting tables learning how to be architects. Do they know they will soon be living on spaghetti, even with a master’s degree in architecture? Do they know they will have to take The Architect’s scribble and translate into a real construct, and get paid nothing for it with no recognition? Do they know they will have no other possible future? Only the lottery decides who will become the next Architect / Artist. And the rest are just the rest.

Walk down Rivoli, avoiding les crottes de chiens. See Mitterrand’s inverted commission. Now take the train into the suburbs. See the cement fortresses, the habitats of the undesirables, bursting at the seams. Do you still feel so inspired?

Look beyond The Artist. You will see what you don’t want to recognize: The wage-slave in yourself. Look beyond The Architect and you will find The Pharaoh looking for immortalization. You are just another slave dragging those rocks into place for just another pyramid.