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Peter Stamford

Peter Stamford

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  • Comment on: In pictures: David Chipperfield's Hepworth Gallery

    Peter Stamford's comment 20-Nov-2009 0:55 am

    Perhaps I should visit this building to understand its worth but I expect I'd be disappointed. What is it with this preoccupation amongst some architects to take a vernacular form or building grouping more associated with timber or temporary structures and then cast it in concrete - Rachel Whitread did this 15 years ago. Is Chippy's preoccupation with 'form' too clever for its own good ? This reminds me of a song by Gang Starr called ' Form of Intellect' - me thinks it could have been written about Chippy: Tell me, do you have a clue of what to do Can you groove to this smooth tune, you must presume it's important, for you to follow this creation And hey Son, life is more than having fun So run and get some help with the problems that you face Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place Get real, deep, so you can keep involved Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls like a supervisor he who is wiser than the others Cause they need someone to advise them to discover things that they don't know so the papers I will check Then they'll start to grow to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "individual with intellect" --> unknown) [Guru] When the road is too steep, do you have the stamina First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin an exclusive attraction, produce it to your satisfaction Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime so you can think and get a grip of yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of a gift that's equipped with the script that shocks You can take a walk ?on God? With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery [ Gang Starr Lyrics are found on ] Cause you don't realize the cost to be creative genius please, I'm too clean to play Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts "Man with intellect" --> Lord Finesse

  • Comment on: Architect plans massive man-made mountain

    Peter Stamford's comment 19-Nov-2009 2:16 pm

    has he thought about disabled access ?

  • Comment on: Departing CABE head tells architects to resign from 'bad schemes'

    Peter Stamford's comment 19-Nov-2009 2:12 pm

    This is all well and good, but architects have to live - would CABE compensate me if I resigned from a job with an ugly client ? I think not. Perhaps John doesnt realise its cold out there ? .....this leads me beautifully into song: I really can't stay Baby it's cold outside I've got to go away Baby it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? And my father will be pacing the floor Just listen to that fireplace roar Now really I'd better scurry Sweetheart, what's your hurry? Well maybe just a half a drink more Why don't you put some records on while I pour All the neighbors might think But baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there Oh, I wish I knew how Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no, sir Mind if I move in closer At least I'm gonna say that I tried What's the sense in hurting my pride? I really can't stay Baby don't hold out Oh, but it's cold outside I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside The answer is no But baby, it's cold out there Oh, this welcome has been So lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm Look out that window at that storm My sister will be suspicious Gosh, your lips look delicious And my brother will be there at the door Waves upon a tropical shore Oh, my maiden aunt's mind is vicious Ooo, baby you're so delicious Well maybe just one little kiss more Never such a blizzard before Oh, I've got to go home You'll freeze to the bone out there Say, lend me a comb It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand I thrill when you touch my hand But don't you see? How can you do this thing to me? Oh, there's bound to be talk tomorrow Making my lifelong sorrow Well at least there will be plenty implied If you caught pneumonia and died But I really can't stay Get over that old out Baby it's cold outside Ooo ooo ooo Hey, I gotta get out of here Come on, baby Come on what? Just give me five minutes more You sure know how to wear a girl down, don't you? Okay, okay, okay, okay

  • Comment on: Prime Minister: 'British design and architecture are second to none'

    Peter Stamford's comment 19-Nov-2009 2:06 pm

    I'm slightly more cynical about Gordon Brown's motives - is he trying to be a trendy PM ? My invite to the event was lost in the post but had I been there I probaly would have cut to the quick and said 'yo Brown, yol Savin Grace is you ?' I then would have sung Saving Grace (great Tom Petty song): I’m passing sleeping cities Fading by degrees Not believing all I see to be so I’m flyin’ over backyards Country homes and ranches Watching life between the branches below And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns Past statues that atone for my sins There’s a guard on every door And a drink on every floor Overflowing with a thousand amens And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don’t you baby? You’re rolling up the carpet Of your father’s two-room mansion No headroom for expansion no more And there’s a corner of the floor They’re telling you is yours You’re confident but not really sure And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don’t you baby? You keep running for another place to find that saving grace Don't you baby? Sometimes you have to make a stand and pass on the mini yorkshire puddings.

  • Comment on: £5m Manser maison: Recession, what recession?

    Peter Stamford's comment 14-Nov-2009 4:22 pm

    Is this building the enemy of smart science fiction? Are buildings that let us escape reality always inconsequential fluff? That's what people argue — but the reverse is true. Escapism is an architectural impulse, and escapist art is the highest art... First of all, let's dispose of this false dichotomy between "escapism" and "realism." Neither of those things is ever entirely pure, and each always contains elements of the other. Any time you have a flight of fancy, or a grace note, or an elivening metaphor, in a "realist" work, you are engaging in escapism. Because whenever you invoke the imagination, or suggest another world (made out of thought, or images) beyond your protagonist's "real" world, you're allowing the reader a brief escape. And in fact, if you look at "real life," some of our "realest" experiences involve escape...

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