"If you look out your windows you will see Many ruined cities and enduring seas But if you wish to sleep please close the blinds." -Gwendolyn MacEwen, high priestess of middlebrow emo poetry, insipid spiritualism, and conventionally structured verse. The Annex, Toronto
In 1970s Toronto the architectural style was brutalist, a mix of intimidating concrete boxes and drab gray fortresses. The high/low point of the style is Robarts library, a soul-crushing monster with split-level windows patterned after a medieval castle. It seems to me that the building in my photo, recently completed in the new Library District on lower Bathurst, is a modern steel and glass interpretation of brutalist architecture, and in particular of Robarts unequally-sized conjoined…
This is a detail of the Royal Ontario Museum's exterior wall, as seen from the inside. This part of the museum, called The Crystal, was completed just six years ago. If this little slice of dirt and decay were an aberration, I wouldn't bother highlighting it. But everywhere you look, the same lack of foresight and quality is visible. Walls look unfinished. Space is carved up into awkwardly shaped, unusable chunks, including a couple large areas right near the main lobby.
did some audio recording today. It's always strange to hear your own voice how others hear it, played back. Other technologies, in particular writing, create external representations of our thoughts and persons, but none is so intimate, so eerily similar yet different from our internal perceptions, as audio. After listening to the playback for a while, I can no longer hear my own voice, not really, and even the meaning of my words grows fuzzy.