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<title>Living in Ordered Exhibition in Mies van der Roheâs Lafayette Park : Responses</title>
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<dc:date>2012-10-17T15:03:47-05:00</dc:date>
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	<title><![CDATA[Responding to "Living in Ordered Exhibition in Mies van der Roheâs Lafayette Park"]]></title>
	<description><![CDATA[ The unvoiced culture place or more intimately the personal culture or psyche of the building's user is a big driver of expectation and outcome. I personally don't buy the co-operative crafting of culture idea, the uber-hubris of intentional communities have the same trajectory as idealized "machines for living". They will be junked and rediscovered.<br />
A user's expectations will thwart the any intention of design.   Regarding transparency and public views:  My Mom lives in a rural paradise with the windows covered, in case Bambi might leer. Vancouver B.C. is a glittering display of public exhibitionism, in full detail,  and a few miles south in Seattle, the shades are drawn.   Structural veils to articulate privacy are overcome like Arte Johnson on Laugh In peeping through a bush.  Could we live in the open with some ritualized expectation of civility like the full-monty modesty of a Japanese bath?  Once upon a time,  in London, a flasherâs expectation was the worst that could happen is a bobby would bean you with a club. Now with the escalation of violent expectation you will be shot.    Expectations  have changed,  the focus has shifted from intimacy with the eternal cat and mouse domestic drama,  in imperceptible  increments.  We are like a frog in a boiling pot, fully accepting of caricatures like Tom and Jerry, degrading into CSI.   In the paranoia of American residential architecture  fenestration  as necessity and connection to others is now more akin to a glory hole. <br />
Lafayette Park is celebrating a fond remembrance of more optimistic times.  I for one adhere to the see no evil philosophy of living in public with my pants down.<br />
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	<title><![CDATA[Responding to "Living in Ordered Exhibition in Mies van der Roheâs Lafayette Park"]]></title>
	<description><![CDATA[I think the thing forgotten in Tom Wolfe's slam of modern architecture is the degrees to which proportions, light, warmth and people are factors in its kinetic beauty. The pictures and text clearly demonstrate the degree to which that is true. <br />
I wonder if only a certain type of person can live here: a type of extravert--maybe one who is more trusting of others. Are there any nudists at Lafayette Park? <br />
Though I also wonder about the issue of safety. How different the development would have been if it were raised up on columns, or would that destroy the connective tissue? ]]></description>
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	<link>http://places.designobserver.com/feature/mies-van-der-rohe-lafayette-park/36048/#comments</link>
	<dc:date>2012-10-06T17:25:37-05:00</dc:date>
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