we have been looking forward to going to judas goat ever since we heard random whisperings about the place. Love the fact the art work by Robert Chaplin reads as good as it looks! hope the food/ atmosphere will equally live up to those great bars/ cafe's in barcelona.
wish this housing development by Teeple Architects, was in Vancouver, we are on the lookout for an apartment block that inspires us enough to contemplate a mortgage.
Love this idea of a suspended patio at Atelier Bisque Doll, Osaka, Japan by UID Architects, would be great to integrate something like this into a garden as part of the building framework.
A less traditional poem for St. Patricks Day, but one that reminds me where I am from. A poem about Harland and Wolff in Belfast, that built the Titanic, and two of my favourite 'Irish' songs by two of my favourite Irish performers.
Once there was a community here: steeped in tradition as old as the sea.
Now wild grass blooms in perpetuity, growing through the pavements of yesteryear.
The spars of schooners speared the sky, Dockers worked amongst crates and bags,
Sailors searched for willing half-door hags, Beer and flesh were always easy to buy.
Aproned jarvies carted the gentry from drinking dens to Music Halls.
Carriages swept them to stately balls, Poor folk starved a plenty.
The crack of rivet-guns filled the air as cloth capped men on shipyard slips
transformed raw steel to majestic ships. The doomed Titanic germinated there.
Holy war would occasionally flare when neighbours killed for religious belief,
then nursed each other through times of grief, Church pews full and cupboards bare.
Cheeked by jowl, in stifled space, bombed by Hitler, they remained unbowed.
Honestly poor and stubbornly proud. Hope and optimism filled each face.
The lassies walked with the allied forces; fighting men with honeyed tongues
kissed girls with flax or tobacco lungs. Mills and factories were the deadly sources.
Once there was a community there: a teeming humanity came and went.
Death could be brutal but heaven sent when the burden came to much to bear.
Now commuter trains speed above my head, Hovercrafts fly with passengers and freight.
Only the vermin and birds procreate... in a district that's virtually people dead.
My roots and beginnings are in this place.
All that I am, or ever hope to be was fashioned on ground once home to me:
It's premature death a bureaucratic disgrace.
Keep its memory alive in the salt of each tear. Remember each baby, each bridegroom, each bride.
some current preoccupations Foreign Office Architects are always on our radar they have a cunning knack of manipulating a simple singular device in order to perform multiple services. we like very much.
The Rennie Gallery was published in this month's (march) Azure. Very pleased the main picture was of the roof deck and off course the martin creed work. The main picture is credited to Alison Magill, Landscape Designer, thanks to the client I got properly credited which is always hard when you are in the mix with other design firms. Considered Design wasnt mentioned so a big thank you to JULIAN, this project was as much him as it was me. Also big thank you to Jon Losee who fully accepted my design on the roof and also helped steer the project ahead.
Please visit our flickr site where you can find more pictures of the roof garden including two very important pieces of art work that Azure Magazine have missed out. The Dan Graham Pavilion and 'The striding man' by Thomas Houseago.
