Carp, Corb, Hunter
Fishy business and Corbed enthusiasm from the AJ’s gossip-monger
There wasn’t much space, light and order at the opening of the Le Corbusier: The Art of Architecture exhibition last week. The great and the good packed out the Barbican in London, and were treated to a succession of long speeches before the party kicked off properly. Those who chose to hang out in the Barbican’s conservatory missed out on hearing the speakers but did get a chance to worry the carp and the finches. One onlooker was overheard exclaiming, ‘It’s just like Torquay!’ Never let it be said that architects aren’t well-travelled…
Corb your thirst
Astragal was cruelly prevented from getting his chops round the Absolut Modulor, Corbusier and Ronchamp cocktails being dished out at the party. The speeches started, bar service stopped, and Astragal was left like a man in the desert, the lush oasis of glasses just inches away. After hearing ‘just one more anecdote’ for the fifth time, Astragal bit hard on his knuckles and waited patiently. No such restraint was shown by his neighbour in the queue, who took a phone call when Rafael Viñoly was in the middle of his address. ‘Hello,’ he bellowed. ‘Yes, I’m in the queue at the bar. Yes, the speeches are still on…’
An entrance and an exit
The Entrance to London competition, devised by Geze and the AJ, had its winners’ nosh-up at Quaglino’s restaurant last week, with six finalists working their way through three courses and countless glasses of wine with judges Ralph Steadman and Terry Farrell. Speaking to the assembled, Steadman reminisced fondly about his good friend and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas author Hunter S Thompson, who killed himself four years earlier to the day. According to Steadman, just before Thompson took that fateful decision, he phoned the renowned illustrator and described a terrifying vision. ‘I see myself sitting in a retirement home on a wheelchair, while some old witch fondles my balls,’ Thompson apparently said.