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  • Nostalgia and Social Networks

    Up until about a year and a half ago I left my Facebook account unused. I made the account originally in 2005 as a response to the buzz generated in an email listserv surrounding social networking. Some were touting podcasts, some were touting photo sharing, some were touting virtual 3D worlds like Second Life. But still there were more people interested in MySpace and the high school crowd. But all the cool kids in College were going into Facebook. Fashions change, people leave their old accounts until finally they are locked and expired.

    Fast forward to October 2007 where I logged in to Facebook for the first time in six months. And to my surprise Facebook had added ‘affinity’ features like ‘other people you may know’. Depending on people’s willingness to self select (by joining groups), Facebook would try to promote creating extensive networks by showing names of people ‘like’ yourself. The big benefit being you may recognize and ‘friend’ those people and run up your total friends count. What’s crazy is this actually worked, I found someone who had attended my college alma mater and immediately recognized his face from his profile thumbnail. I put in a friend request and within a week there we were chatting back and forth via the Facebook discussion/news widget called the Wall.

    Before you know it I would start to see people he added as friends and that opened a whole new world. While I may have been out of the loop and not know who was and who wasn’t on Facebook, others seemed to gravitate to one another. Eventually I discovered an old girlfriend of this same fellow I found. And things stayed pretty stable after that, a small network of former college classmates (me, him and her). Towards Spring of 2008 suddenly another wave of Facebook immigrants entered. In this group was a network node point who had been a center of attention all during his undergrad days. He had a unique lastname and firstname and everyone start clambering onto Facebook to reconnect to him. His  network was even bigger now that he is a college professor so his total friend count was through the roof early on. By Summer 2008 things were slowing down again but a much larger percentage of college friends were  now firmly ensconced in the Facebook universe. I think we were well over 40% of the people I had known back then.

    Come Fall of 2008 lightning struck once more when the second network node point entered Facebook. And this really got things rolling. This woman had been the center of a lot of social activities parties and road trips. She had moved in a lot of circles and had documented it the whole way. It was the tendency towards photography that made the difference. Her photographs broke through and motivated some very reticent, stubborn laggards into joining Facebook. Everyone wanted to see the pictures of themselves and all their friends. Lots of people now had kids and hadn’t had any contact with their college acquaintances in 12 years. This was big stuff. No amount of social networking websites prior to Facebook had nearly the mothlight attraction this one person had once she loaded her pictures into Facebook. This is the true miracle of social networking when one person effects a change on such a massive scale, wholly out of proportion to the word of mouth or typical ways Facebook gains new accounts.

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  • Gordon Bunshaft vs. Robert Venturi

    Every school of thought wages battles during its reign in order to maintain dominance, to be popular and cool. Most recently Wired.com posted an article indicating Blogs are so 2004. All the ‘cool’ kids had graduated up to Twitter instead. Moving targets being what they are (a barrier to entry) Jeffrey Zeldman took this as a dumb attempt to tastemake at the expense of established bloggers. More specifically it was a misguided attempt to file a provocative story on a short deadline. All the same Zeldman’s negative reaction follows a familiar pattern of righteous indignation, and attempts to question the authority of the author. Ah, History where would we be without ye.

    After writing the original blog post about my attempts to read through Learning from Las Vegas I came across a little contoversial nugget near the end of the book. Venturi, Scott Brown and Izenour put a number of proposals for projects and plans in the last third of the book to demonstrate some of the implementation of philosophy they had developed as an architectural and landscape design outfit. Yes, they had learned from Las Vegas, and Levittown. Now they had to show what they learned. In so doing a number of design projects and competitions came up where Requests for Proposals went out and design firms entered into competition.

    One of these projects was for a speculative office building just south of the Mall in Washington DC. The group judging submissions was called the Washington DC Fine Arts Commission and ultimately they had final say on the esthetics of any finally chosen design. At this point all is fine and well until Venturi begins to start to complain about the role of Architectural Review Boards or similar bodies like the Fine Arts Commission. Whereas Zoning boards have straightforward rules and laws governing the building site and proposals for buildings on those same sites, all bets are off with the Architectural Review Board. ARB’s and similar purveyors of taste are in Venturi’s opinion not bound by rules, statutes, laws or best practices. Instead the Architectural Review is an Aribtrary Review meant to impress a vague sense of taste and decorum onto something another creative enterprise (the design firm) has placed much effort.

    How then can a Review Board who hasn’t a business interest to protect or a legal precedent to uphold have so much power and weild it so clumsily? In the article on this project Venturi went to great pains to explain to members of the Fine Arts Commission that the building’s plan and program were fully agreed upon by his client and in the process money and contracts were being exchanged with lawyers present. These were things hard to undo. But that was immaterial to this review board who proceeded to tear apart the fundamental design and request changes be made for no other reason than to satisfy the whims of the review board. Venturi notes that this is the worst possible situation any architect can find themselves in when it comes to getting things done on schedule and on budget. A review board can severely alter the economics of any project through its request for changes.

    That in fact is exactly what happened as the review board met no less than 5 times to look at this one project. Due to scheduling conflicts and members of the review board having other jobs, the schedule can become quite delayed. This affected the budget as costs for materials inflated in price. Similarly, the site plan changed in the middle of the process and robbed the original site of valuable square footage that made the project economically feasible. By the end of the process the project never got built. The actions of a review board helped sink the whole enterprise.

    Worse yet, in Venturi’s recollection of the process was the bullying and insults targeted at Venturi’s original design proposal. This brings me to my original reason for writing this article. One prominent member of the Washington DC Fine Arts commission was a big name architect from the illustrious NY City firm of Skidmore Owings and Merril (SOM). This company single-handedly brought the avant garde to the masses in commercial and private buildings the world over. Gordon Bunshaft had broken new ground in the Modern movement or International style of architecture with a number of commissions in Chicago and NYC. He was a genius by all accounts and very well aware of it. Along with this authority came an overarching ego that was going to level all threats to the established order of which he was a part. Enter postmodern architecture in the form of Venturi, Scott Brown & Associates.

    Venturi was visible in the publishing arena through articles written for architecture magazines and a few books. He was attempting to question the dominant style that had evolved from Le Corbusier, Walter Gropius, and Ludwig Mies Van der rohe. Throw in Louis I. Kahn, IM Pei and Phillip Johnson and Gordon Bunshaft as the heirs of the mantle of Moderne and now you can see this couldn’t end well for Robert Venturi. Nowhere in the article does Venturi go into any discussion of who Bunshaft is or what he had accomplished up until then. Instead he treats Bunshaft as a sudo faceless bureaucrat appointed to this arbitrary review board. Which makes this all the more impressive as you read Venturi’s account of how mean Bunshaft was through all the precedings of each review board meeting. If Bunshaft didn’t have score to settle with Venturi I would be surprised. The other possibility is maybe Bunshaft hated everything he ever saw in a review board meeting regardless of who the designer was. Here now is a sampling of what Robert Venturi recollects from meetings with the DC Fine Arts Commission back in 1968:

    “We felt the overall scheme was greatly improved,” said a letter from the Chairman:

    We now look forward to seeing an imaginative development of the architectural expression of the building. Unfortunately, the sketches that we saw showed a very bland and unrelieved treatment of the facade. In fact, there was little difference between the paving pattern and the building itself. Surely the architect can do better than this.

    Bunshaft said,

    … We disapprove the exterior one hundred percent. We don’t like it at all. It is very coarse, has no character of any sort . . . a sort of nonentity of architecture. I think the indication of signs and things is a deliberate effort to be anti- design, to sort of let everybody have a ball. The grayness of the building, coarseness of joining and detailing — I think you might say we think it is ugly and I think that’s about all we have to say.

    Venturi now was defending his right as architect to design the building himself:

    At the fourth meeting we tried to show that sophisticated architects had carefully designed the proportions and details of the facade to look ordinary because the extraordinary building in this neighborhood is at the end of Maryland Avenue with a big dome on top.

    Aline Saarinen noted that our elevations looked like wallpaper.

    Bunshaft continued:

    We all listened to [Venturi’s] spiel at the previous meeting. . . . I think the position in a nutshell is for an architect to make a very good building for that site not, in his career, to do a building that is different than the one he did before, or that is different from what is au courant. . . . Remember this is Washington.

    So things went all the way to one more full meeting before everyone got tired and just approved the final revision:

    [At the fifth meeting we presented the design that passed. It followed the spirit of the law. The Kafkaesque aura, the personal insults, the questionable professional ethics, and the superficial process of review perpetrated by this particular board are revealed in our account of our experience.]

    Which brings me to the final last evidence of what transpired. Let’s first start with the original model of the project:

    Transportation Square proposal

    Now let’s see the final submission:Transportation Square final submission

    This is an ugly building, the DC Commission of Fine Arts got what they deserved. But luckily for Robert Venturi this thing never got built. Gordon Bunshaft however got his big ugly Concrete Doughnut built right on the Mall to house modern artwork for the Smithsonian Institute. One only need look at the Hirshorn Museum to see the height of what Gordon Bunshaft considers ‘architecture’. In a turn of poetic justice Bunshaft’s own house on Long Island the Travertine House eventually was left to rot by the daughter of none other than Martha Stewart. The historical stature of Bunshaft and his accomplishments held no sway with Ms. Stewart and eventually led to the house being torn down. A fitting legacy ending to a man who dumped all over Robert Venturi during the review period for this project by the DC Fine Arts Commission.