#crazy architecture

[cosylavie]

[bretzkysbs]

Everyone gets a giant balcony!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

What in the world is this? Looks like some sort of lopsided ship in Fayetteville, North Carolina. The terraces and decks provide a beautiful view of the used car lots below.

that’s it, I’m architecture shaming

[dreamsinthefoxhollow]

Osha-non-compliant-workplace, part 2

There is a building in the tech center of the city. It isn’t the usual type of building, and the work done within isn’t the usual type of work found elsewhere. This building is round, like a stack of pancakes separated by pillars of syrup. At a glance it’s unsettling, but when you get closer it gets worse. I had worked inside this place before, many years ago. I had answered an ad for work and had shown up with little else than my clothes on my back and a desire to fit in and earn money. In small perspective things were close to normal. The floors of the building were separated by the type of work done there, with basic work on ground level and management at the top. The ground level is where I was hired at. Work there was at a table with a computer terminal on it. It was basically data entry. But step back a little and things get weird fast. The ground floor was nothing but tables. Rows and rows of tables like some sort of banquet hall gone horribly wrong. There were no cubicles or offices. There were just tables with computers on them and chairs, or lack of chairs. And the workers were just all there in this huge, open arena. And by open, I mean wide open. There were no real doors to go in or out, only narrowed constrictions in the pillars surrounding the area. You could enter or exit from any direction and you would be filtered and guided into a few main entry points. If you somehow were called away to visit the upper levels you were dumbfounded by the lack of stairs or elevators leading upwards. Sure, there was an actual elevator hidden among the pillars but you could never be sure you were headed toward it or away from it. And up top it was far worse. There were endless meeting rooms connected to curved hallways and vending machines and more meeting rooms and a few office centers for processing of things. Unless you knew exactly where you were going you would get lost within seconds of leaving the elevator. If you were lucky you would find yourself at the outer edge of the building, where at least you could look down to the ground outside and know that the opposite direction was the interior. But I hope you aren’t afraid of heights because the building had no exterior walls or windows, just open air. Not even a low footstep or rail. Nothing. You could walk right off the edge and not even know it. While I worked there I was on part-time. I could come and go whenever I wanted and do work while I was there. I had a computer at a table reserved for me. And I did so. I came in whenever and left whenever. Sometimes I spent only a few minutes there, other times I spent the entire day. Oddly, no matter how long I worked I always seemed to be stuck in a state of being behind. I don’t mean work was always there and I was trying to catch up to the backlog, but I was literally always behind. When I should have been done with something it was actually me not even having started it. If I was going to start something it was really me looking at the last project unfinished. The times I would be logged in and working I was really still trying to log in. At times It seemed all I did was wander in, sit down, stare at the computer for a few moments, then leave, without having actually done anything at all. At other times it was like I had been missing from the place for months and suddenly remembered to go in and work, and was dumbfounded and unable to work because I couldn’t remember how. But that was years ago. I left that place for good. Or so I thought. I had answered an ad for work. It was work I really shouldn’t have been involved in at all. I really didn’t have knowledge in the field. But they had called me up and told me to come in. So now I was in a clean room wearing a full bio-hazard suit and looking at a computer terminal which was spitting out random information on biology. I didn’t pretend to know what was going on. I just reacted to the surroundings. I was uncomfortable, but physically in the suit, and mentally, as I was being watched. And then it was over. I exited the room through an airlock and got out of the suit, then was in a small meeting room with a long wood table in the center. There was food on the table. Good food. Broiled meats and steamed vegetables and fruits and spices. I was being asked questions that were nonsense, and was puzzled by them. I noticed my lack of responses was puzzling to them. Them … Two people who seemed like they were uncomfortable being people. One was an older lady with dark hair, the other …. Just a blur in my memory. I was handed a contract. Sign it and I’d be hired on. I still had no idea what the job was. I signed anyway. Then the feast was enjoyed by all. It was savory. By the time it was all done it was after dark. I had exited the meal room and found myself on the second floor of that strange building. I had a difficult time remembering where the elevator was at, and happened to notice someone uncapping what looked like a manhole cover within a small room so they could go down to the lower level. Is that how it was supposed to be done?

I ended up on the ground level though I don’t know how I got there. I was more interested in leaving, though. I had to be careful. There were lumps in the grass which I couldn’t make out but didn’t want to step on in case they were something nasty. Then I was at the parking lot and ready to leave. But where was my car? At first I walked around aimlessly through only a few spaces at the end of a large parking area. The end I was at was pointed, triangulated down to just a few spots. I had sworn I had parked there. No car was to be found. Then I was out again, same place, once again looking for my car. This time I stopped and toggled the remote for the door locks. I heard a click and lights came on nearby. It didn’t look like my car. It was newer and boxier. I tried the door and it opened, but the alarm went off. I closed the door and toggled the remote. It turned the alarm off. Then I was out again, and my car was missing. There were a few empty spaces and one of the empty spaces was where my car had been. There was a foam roll strung over the top of the parking space, like a wrapping for heater pipes or padding for a railing. On it was a phrase that spelled out,” Illegally Parked Faggot.” I smirked at the words. I was also angry. Not at the words but because I had a piece of black paper with writing printed on it. It was a parking pass from management. I was not illegally parked. I needed to find the management office in the building and get them to return my car.

[carrotbird-loves-zantor]

Vor Frelsers Kirke is a church with a crazy helix spire with an external winding staircase that can be climbed to the top. It has 400 total steps with 150 of them being on the outside. By the time we climbed down we had jelly legs. Worth the views!

[carrotbird-loves-zantor]

Canal boat tour of Copenhagen’s famous sites. Again so many people out on boats, sunbathing and swimming. Such a beautiful city!

[viralalien]

I Really Want To Stay In All 30 Of These Unique, Mind-Bending Places. Especially #12 And #25... Whoa.

I Really Want To Stay In All 30 Of These Unique, Mind-Bending Places. Especially #12 And #25… Whoa.

These 30 photos below are of some of the most unusual and interesting looking buildings you’ll ever see, located in very different nations and cities all over the world. Clearly the architects behind these amazing buildings have a very vivid imagination and great determination to see their visions come to life in such a beautiful way. Leaving their legacy behind for future generations to enjoy.

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The Most Crazy & Unique Works Of Architecture You'll Ever See

The Most Crazy & Unique Works Of Architecture You’ll Ever See

Some of the most incredible professions in the world are those in which you need to use your creativity and imagination to create new patterns and different ways to look at the world around us, just like artists, who like to play with people’s perceptions. A good example of a profession that follows this habit is an architect. Of course, the majority of them prefer to design generic buildings…

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