In which the lengths I will go to for architecture puns are revealed
So, guys, it’s the Christmas season, and I’ve been awfully good this year, and I would like nothing more than to have Frank Gehry be my archnemesis. It’s not that I particularly dislike him; rather, I think he has the ego, the eccentric brilliance and the idiosyncrasy required of a classic cartoon villain. I’d just like to mention, in case any of you were planning to get me a little something for the Holidays, the archenmity of Frank Gehry would be a nice thing to have.
Anyway, I’m sorry if this one’s a little obscure – you know what, I’m not sorry. If you end up Wikipedia-ing Mies van der Rohe because of me, and then you spend a pleasant hour clicking through various articles tangentially related to modern architecture, then YOU’RE WELCOME.
(There’s no particular reason for the sweatervestedness other than I’ve been wearing a lot of the things lately, and maybe they help me maintain my guise of being an architect at cocktail parties.)