I’m up again, and no I’m not over-analyzing and tormenting over things as the usual custom, nope it’s my freaking neighbors, 2am on a Monday and they are playing their IMAX decibel movies, hmm seems like I was in this situation yesterday and the day before that. I don’t understand how they aren’t deaf already. Anyway, no point in getting pissy, might as well type something up on tumblr and hope the sandman is kind to me…
A few months back I promised not to purchase any more architecture books until I’ve had a chance to read every single book on the shelf.
As it stands I’ve got books read half way through, set aside for months only to be picked up and read from page 1 through the half way point (I call that my Bill Murray groundhog day experience), or books I’ve lent out for an indefinite amount of time, while others I’ve read out of order, and yet others I can’t seem to get past page 5, these tend to rely heavily on the archi-speak and take three pages to state something that could be summed up in a sentence or two.
Of course this self-imposed resolution was bound to be broken, I caved in and bought two books, both very well written and thought-provoking, one unfortunately is damn near impossible to find but so worth getting if you can get your hands on it-
Kazuo Shinohara, Street with Human Shadows.
The other book was by Arata Isozaki, always a pleasure to read, Japan-ness in Architecture.
If I keep this up I will soon have a book-filled wall! To be fair, the recent purchase of Contempt balanced things out.
