St. Eustache is a church I’ve long loved, and always walk out of with a sore neck because I spend my time there staring at the ceiling. My boyfriend complains that Americans say “amazing” too much, but I have to say, the architecture here is amazing. The thick columns remind me of old trees stretching up to the sky. And I’m lifted up when I walk through them. It makes me want to replace all the chairs with soft mats so we can lie down and stare up, instead of bowing our heads.
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When I saw the house, it was enchantment at first sight. I had tears.
In Plano, Illinois, floating in a meadow along the Fox River, stands The Farnsworth. I visited on a bright spring day, the sunlight so warmly shining through the trees into this almost completely transparent house. Its elegant mathematical minimalism totally had me. And then I saw the Tugendhat chairs! And those 1/4 inch polished glass windows that almost completely erase the barrier between interior and exterior! The Farnsworth is at once empty and full, and floating in comforting green.
A favorite detail: the only circles in the grid are the discreet electrical outlets in the floor. Mies wanted only lamps, tall and short, no over-head lighting. Man after my own heart.
On Friday I climbed a water tower on the 25th floor and stood in the wind, shaking just a little, looking down at Buenos Aires. A 360-degree view and nothing to hold onto. It felt like surfing the world. I crawled to the edge and laid down on my stomach to take some photos.
The water tower is on top of my friends‘ flat in Congreso, where I was invited to dinner, which led to my first all-night poker game. I was SO close to winning, and then . . . didn’t. Anyway. They claim to have the best view in Buenos Aires, they may be right.
Here is Congresso from their flat and mine.
For the last few weeks I’ve been photographing the creation of a piece of artwork for the Venice Biennale, which I will follow over to Italy at the end of May. The work is being created in a studio in Central Park, a huge puzzle of studios in Barracas, Buenos Aires.
The building takes up one whole block, between Avenidas, California, Iriarte, Vieytes and Herrera. Built in 1889, it was originally a match and matchbox factory until 1928, when it became a printing and graphics company, continually expanding its space until it went bankrupt in 1993.
Since the rehab and re-opening in 1998 its 50,000 m2 of space has been offices and artist studios… The painter Pérez Celis painted the exterior of the building and had a studio here.
I live two blocks away. It is my landmark to know when to get off the bus.