#fuck modern architecture

[applewithteeth]

People without some kind of certification in restoring buildings should not be allowed to buy or renovate houses more than 100 years old.

I will not elaborate.

[pamplemoube]

peter zumthor more like peter poopyface :(

[whereserpentswalk]

I have decided to become a walkablity extremist.

Cars should not be allowed in towns and cities at all. The only places where they should be at all present is in rural areas where any other means of transportation should be impossible.

High speed rail networks should allow for a trip from Mexico city to Montreal in under 24 hours.

All public transportation should be 100% free.

Lawns should not exist.

It doesn't make sense for single family homes to be built in most American cities.

Architecture must be beautiful again.

Every commercial street should have at least one bench.

Public restrooms must be free, common and accessible.

The pigeons are not enemies. The pigeons are freinds.

[x-heesy]

𝙴𝚡-𝚈𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 🇲🇰

𝚂𝚔𝚘𝚙𝚓𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 1963 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊 *𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚇 @sabine-eee

#Travelingwithoutmoving

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[greyscale-stories-rp]

'I like it when a photo absorbs more than a fraction of a second, I like to remember what I was thinking about whilst it was produced'

[memento-morri-writes]

Why is it that in futuristic sci-fi stories, all of the architecture is uber-modern? What's to say that in 100 years people won't be desperately trying to recreate Victorian homes, but with newer materials? Imagine a futuristic story, set 50-300 years from now, but you can tell how wealthy someone is based on how many turrets and towers their house has. Buildings are explicitly designed to look as old as possible. The ultra-wealthy live in their own personally designed medieval castles. Instead of houses made of cubes and steel and glass and all sharp angles, you have houses with stained glass chandeliers, and intricately carved spandrels, and painted porch ceilings, and walls that are a mix of wood and wallpaper.

[gcsly]

[klaus-laserdisc]

There was always something about this guy that irked me. Now he's definitely on my shitlist.

[theartisticcrow]

This is a post about light pollution and my absolute hatred of modern architecture and outdoor lighting.

This is not going to be a short post, but I had to get this anger and frustration off of my chest. Writing is the best way I know how to do that.

I have seen a great many stars fall from the sky. Most recently when I was out in the field in front of my house, roughly a month ago, and I was wandering around, listening to Queen on my headphones, and as I looked over towards the road, I saw a star fall from the sky. I stood there for a moment, unmoving, staring up at the part of the sky where I saw that beautiful flash of light as one life ended and it felt as though mine had only recently begun, and I thought to myself how this one was different from others that I had seen. It lasted longer, about two full seconds. I continued walking, a little happy yet also a little sad. How tragic it is, what humans will do to obtain power. They oppress people, they choose the cheapest options to save money that they do not need, and rarely do they seem to think things through. They'll do anything to get the people into their grasp. They will even steal the sky from us.

How fascinated we used to be with the stars, but not anymore, because the night sky looked so much different three hundred, four hundred years ago. People used to be able to look out their windows at night and see the entire galaxy. What do we get? A few specks of light scattered throughout the sky if we're lucky? If it is not a boring, grey abyss? I should not have to drive four days into the middle of the wilderness to see the night sky as it truly is. No one should have to put up with this. I remember, when I was fourteen or thirteen, when they built a big house on the property next to where I lived, with blacked out windows, a basketball court and a swimming pool. The owners were rarely ever there, and when they were, they were terribly obnoxious with their parties and loud music, perhaps not realising how exactly sound manages to travel through that part of the island. And yet, for some reason, they felt the need to install a big floodlight which did not even shine onto their own property, but rather the field in front of my house. It shined directly into my parents window, and so often did I wish I could shoot it with an arrow. Now, my family did not own the property that we lived on. We rented a house there and in the day, the property functioned as a business. I recall the day that they installed a floodlight shining over the small parking lot. I hated it then and I still hate it now. The only reason I did not throw rocks at it until it broke was because I did not want to accidentally set fire to the building, or get evicted. Not to mention, my parents would know that it was I who knocked down the light.

But it was so frustrating, because no one is there at night except for my family and our neighbours (until the landlord kicked them out so that she could use the space as her own personal office), so why should they need a floodlight at all? And why must it stretch so far across the property? I did not live out in the middle of nowhere, as much as it used to feel like it at times. There was plenty forest and farmland surrounding the area, but beyond that was just city and suburbs. It used to feel like the only place where you didn't have to see the ugly architecture of the city, but even it caught up eventually. The house that the obnoxious neighbours built was only one example. In the distant hills, there appeared more lights than there used to be, and when I stood at the top of the hill on the property and looked out over the land, I did not used to be able to see the cranes in the distance constructing five or seven story condos. I used to not have to worry about security cameras watching me. I used to be able to wander around in darkness. I used to be able to see the stars. There were many stars at one point, scattered throughout the night sky. It was not the entire galaxy, but it was still a nice sight. I used to see the stars, and now I get little more than the big dipper constellation. Some nights, I am not sure that I can see anything at all, especially when it is a night where there are more cars passing by than usual, and you cannot even see the road when they pass, because their headlights are so unnecessarily blinding.

The night itself used to have a different colour: orange and yellowish, not horrifically bright, but now it is plagued by sterile white lights. I might like to write a complaint to whichever council, board, or committee is in charge of architecture and construction and suchlike in this city, if only I knew how. But even then, I have little belief that it would make a difference, for I would be only one voice with no one to join me. We are capable of change, I am sure of it, but if only I knew exactly how. If only I knew exactly who were the right people to talk to, how to reach them, and what to say. If only more people knew how, then maybe we could recognise that we are not alone. People don't see the point in trying, for they do not feel like putting in that sort of effort because they do not believe it will make a difference if they as an individual do not participate. But tell me, how many individuals think that? How many of you people believe that your voice does not make a difference? Alone, it might not, but when placed among thousands of others who share that same belief, it makes a huge difference! Imagine what we could achieve if we all stood up together and called for action. Imagine if people realised just how much they are actually capable of, and imagine if they actually took the steps to do that thing.

It is not impossible that I could make a revolutionary change in my country, or my community at least, if I really put my mind to it. If I gathered people together, devised some kind of plan, or used all of my writing capabilities to speak against what I believe the government is doing wrong, it's not unrealistic to say that I could make an impact. Now imagine if an entire city's worth of people did that. Do you know how much is actually possible? Do you know how much could have already happened if we didn't wait until the fate of the world was on the line? If only I knew exactly how. If only I had the resources and information. If only I was more willing to take up more responsibility and actually start trying to do something. Ah, but what might parents say if I told them I needed to be driven to the post office to send a letter addressed to the city council? I'm sure they'd be supportive, but it might be an awkward conversation, especially if they tell me it probably won't do anything. And alas, I am a coward.

Look at this entire post. Look at what I have managed to write on such short notice because I felt like it. Imagine what I could do if I were given the right opportunity. This entire post, and all because I was pissed that I could barely see the northern lights those few months ago when it was the only chance I might ever get, only to be disappointed because of that FUCKING FLOODLIGHT THAT MY BITCH OF A LANDLORD DECIDED TO INSTALL FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

[brucequeensteen]

one other thing since im here now. a lot of people's arguments against brutalism that I've heard are like "but wouldn't it be ugly and depressing if it was only plain concrete as far as the eye could see?" girl WHO is saying that !!! ofc im not advocating for total urbanisation or concretification because i know the implications that has for the environment and i know the importance of nature being allowed to flourish in urban spaces. also why do u think brutalism means everything is the same! it isn't a monolithic movement there isn't one type of brutalism. why would u assume im advocating for homogenisation VARIETY is IMPORTANT. a combination of brutalism and ecobrutalism and green spaces and other styles of building are all important in a city and i recognise that and whenever I talk to a brutalism hater they always pull those stupid straw man arguments out of their ass 😭 not to mention brutalism is about more than just concrete its space + height + dimension + angles + accommodation + above all its about the people who live in those buildings !! the thing that sets urban brutalism apart from other buildings is that it is a blank canvas that allows for murals and grafitti and ecological adaptations and that's not me saying brutalism is only good when it's covered up im saying that in an ideal world it would encourage adaptations and an emphasis on the community which includes exterior decoration. things like neoclassicism or the tudor style and terrace housing, that you find in a lot of western Europe for example, already have all the finishings and embellishments that the architect imagined and when someone grafittis a gothic or neoclassical building its seen as defacing or vandalism, but in a brutalist/modernist cityscape i think it should be encouraged. you can never understand the vastness and colourfulness of my beliefs. Asshole

[daemonhxckergrrl]

watching anyone do modern things on old hardware and like yes sometimes that hardware is slow bc it was a bad product even at the time, but damn you're just showing how shit modern software is. like not being funny but i should be able to load the videos website on a single core cpu and i should be able to watch 480p, maybe even 720p flawless w/ some graphics acceleration. heck even 1080p if the OS is light enough

[eye-and-ear-scapes]

[enniewritesathing]

yknow i think I'm just gonna.... take those walls down and restart again because clearly I fucked it.

that down arrow in the storage/loft is actually for a ladder and it's right above the master bedroom. I don't have a use for the mechanical room (whatever the fuck that is), so I'm gonna combine that with the bathroom to make it bigger.

that strip that's above the stairs is supposed to be like a closet and storage...? window seat? idk.

this is what the view looks like coming upstairs

note that I have it as a whole ass room instead of that strip.

(head in hands)

[x-heesy]

𝙻 𝚘 𝚟 𝚎 💚

The earth laughs in flowers. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

#Travelingwithoutmoving

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What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

[theemperorsfeather]

Every time I hear someone talk about literally anything as being better because it's ~modern~ I think about grey-and-white interior design, and soulless bland blank garbage that's easier to mass produce, and think uncharitable thoughts at how easily so many people just go the fuck along with whatever is ~trendy~ so they won't look ~out of touch~ or whateverthefuck.

Yes I do have some strong and not entirely friendly* opinions about Modern design, too.

[boasamishipper]

fuck it friday time woohoo 🥳

thanks @bornforastorm for the tag! here's an excerpt from chapter 4 of my strickson fic Modern Architecture:

“Perkins’s had me twisting arms the past few weeks trying to get the city council to approve funding for a public pool in our neighborhood, and Westin junior’s the treasurer and the last holdout. Keeps insisting there’s no money in the fund for it.” Drake bared his teeth; under different circumstances, it might have been a smile. “But that’s because he and Pops have been draining it dry.”

That was interesting. “You got proof of that?”

The sheepish look on Drake’s face reminded Pete so much of Perry that Pete felt an involuntary rush of fondness for the younger man. “Nothing but hearsay. Though I figure here’s the best place to look for something a little more concrete.”

“We’ll help,” Hazel said decisively, and she tore off towards the mahogany desk in the back of the room before Pete could even open his mouth. Goddamn it. If Hazel wanted to help Paul Drake, then Pete had no other choice but to stick around and make sure the kid didn’t break her neck sticking it out for him. So much for an easy job. “Pete, help me get these drawers open, will ya?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your hair on.”

Pete shoved his camera back into his jacket and moved to Hazel’s side, only to be beaten to the punch by Drake, who jimmied at the lock on the first set of drawers, taking his sweet time with it. Pete sucked an exasperated breath through his teeth. “You want me to do it?”

“I got it,” Drake said, not unkindly, and finally got the lock loose. “You don’t need to stick around, you know. Neither of you,” he added, presumably for Hazel’s benefit.

“Anybody who’s trying to take down Westin is a pal of mine,” Hazel said firmly. “So we’re sticking around. Aren’t we, Petey?”

“Christ, you sound like my wife,” Pete muttered. Hazel’s pointed glare reminded him of Ruthie even more. “What she says goes, Drake. We’re sticking around.”

Drake moved to the side so Hazel could rifle through the papers in the drawers. Pete turned on the desk lamp so she could see better, and felt Drake’s gaze burning into the back of his neck like a brand. “How is your wife doing, Strickland?”

Pete was too distracted by the armfuls of folders that Hazel was handing him to answer right away. “Fine.”

“She know what you’ve been up to lately?”

That got Pete’s hackles up. Slowly, he turned around and narrowed his eyes at Drake, who’d set down his tray and had his hands on his hips, looking cool as a breeze. He didn’t know what exactly Drake was implying, but he didn’t like it one bit. “Does yours?”

“I tell Clara everything,” Drake said evenly. His eyes were dark, probing. “What I’m up to, where I’m going. Who I’m with.”

Pete’s heart dropped, and he had a moment of panic wherein he wasn’t really sure what his terror was a result of: the same way he’d felt spending night after night looking out at the North Atlantic for U-Boats and flinching at every wave. Over the ringing in his ears, he heard Hazel say his name, and he turned around again, grateful for something to hold onto. Drake moved forward too; Pete could smell his cologne. He transitioned to breathing through his mouth and tried to keep his voice steady. “What’s up, Gloves?”

(tagging @saltyfilmmajor @lilalbatross and anyone who sees this and wants to do it)