What if the God with an inordinate fondness for beetles (400,000 species and counting, so far) was an architect of domestic buildings : what would those homes look like ?
I suggest that they would look very much like the intensely polychromed and extremely variegated exuberant homes of the Victorian Era.
What Americans tend to call "the Painted Ladies" and we here in Nova Scotia know as "Gingerbread Houses".
And if Hitler was an actual architect and not just an architect manque, what would his homes all look like ?
I suggest they would be the concrete,steel and glass equivalents of Leni Riefenstahl's all-lookalike photographs of the ideal human figure.
Dear old janus-headed Manhattan : giving us both lifesaving 'primitive' fungal slimes AND deadly 'advanced' atomic bombs. No wonder confused boomers were the most healthy and frightened kids ever.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015
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