The M.A.S. has enlightened me to architecture as an intellectual pursuit.Â It’s way down on the list behind urbanism, feminism and Grey’s Anatomy, but it’s like I’ve got a whole new set of eyes on our walks together.Â The following article captures this new interest couched in one of my favorite urban contexts:
“BOSTON â€” This is not a friendly place for architecture. Four decades ago the completion of a City Hall in Brutalist concrete sent the cityâ€™s cultural guardians into a panic. Since then, with a few exceptions like the John Hancock Tower, the cityâ€™s architectural aspirations could generally be summed up in one word: brick.”
Thank you NY Times architecture critic, for opening with the Brutal reminder to your worldwide audience that we don’t take kindly to change up here.Â
Here’s hoping this latest installation doesn’t sink into the harbor like some of its younger South Boston neighbors, the tech companies perched so precariously on elderly wooden piers.Â
Slowly slowly slowly but surely, it’s a whole new Boston. Now if only we could do something about the ethnic eats up here.Â When you come to see us, stick to authentic Irish bars for hearty sandwiches and hand cut fries.Â Unless you’ve got a truly reliable referral (and then please share it with me), don’t venture out on a culinary limb up here.Â You’re bound to come away disappointed.Â
Fried clams and lobster, though, we got those for you.
And beer, plenty of that too.Â