Le Corbusier called the house a machine for living. Apparently Frank Gehry believes a building to be a machine for proclaiming his self-indulgent ego and stylistic histrionics. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one with a deep bowel-felt revulsion for nearly every pointlessly melodramatic curved surface Gehry starchetects? Gah!
Just follow these simple steps and you too can become a solipsistic starchitect in no time flat. You might even attract a few groupies. Of course you won’t actually need them due to your masterfully cultivated intellectual onanism. But thier bottomless adulation adds a little juice to your only real product: ego.
funny should you write this today. I’ve been thinking along the same lines too, the topic of rockstar egos in the creative field and lack thereof.
btw, I heard once that frank gehry designed shells by crumpling up a sheet of paper and throwing it on the floor and then telling his minions to figure out the structural engineering component required to make it a roof.
Couldn’t you say the same thing about your blog?
Love me! Love me! Love me! Love me! Love me! Love me! Love me! Love me!
I see I’ve offended a Gehry fan. Oh well. Yes one could say the same about my blog, or any blog.
That said let me point out a few differences betwen this blog and Gehry (I’ll type slowly so you can keep up).
Thanks for reading, and come again.
OK.
— Not a Gehry fan, per se, just making the observation that there’s a shortage of love in the world and we’re all seeking it desperately these days, Frank included.
Perhaps we shouldn’t seek it, but rather seek to deserve it.
Well said.