#soft architecture

[thelonguepuree]

The truly utopian act is to manifest current conditions and dialects. Practice description. Description is mystical. It is afterlife because it is life's reflection or reverse. Place is accident posing as politics. And vice versa. Therefore it's tragic and big.

Lisa Robertson, Occasional Works and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture

[cosmomomaps1]

Soft architecture

via http://ivansikic.com/2013/12/15/dawntodawn/

[cosmomomaps1]

JAPAN’S LARGEST INDOOR FARM (MIRAI)

via http://www.citi.io/2015/05/28/vertical-farms-to-sprout-up-in-cities/

[illuminations-dc]

Flos Soft Architecture Display

http://www.flos.com/en/soft-architecture

[elisabethworkman]

At noon our bare knees hit the pavement without flinching. Friendship was an exquisitely inflexible choreography of confession and betrayal. Books were weapons.

Lisa Robertson, "Pure Surface"

[theunread]

Memory's architecture is neither palatial nor theatrical, but soft.

Lisa Robertson, from something like the first page of Occasional Work and Seven Walks from the Office of Soft Architecture. She's right, of course (sorry Simonides, Bruno). Memory is soft, textural, and wholly nauseating. I don't remember much.

[notadancingbear]

Practice description. Description is mystical. It is afterlife because it is life's reflection or reverse. Place is accident posing as politics. And vice versa. Therefore it's tragic and big.

Lisa Robertson

[notadancingbear]

The worn cotton sheets of our little beds had the blurred texture of silk crepe and when we lay between them in the evening we’d rub, rhythmically, one foot against the soothing folds of fabric, waiting for sleep. That way we wore through the thinning cloth. Our feet would get tangled in the fretted gap. We walked through the soft arcade. We became an architect. The knitted cap on the wrinkled skull of the mewling kid is the first boundary. At the other tip the bootie dribbles. There are curious histories of shrouds. That is not all. Memory’s architecture is neither palatial nor theatrical but soft. Of course it’s all myth. Beginning with the rooms ranked in small stone Natufian couples co-mingled in kisses, the perspex galleries of pendant Babylonian dollies, the long halls of Egyptian cats that are sirens or dynasties, we amble towards the disappearance….

- Lisa Robertson, From Occasional Work and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture