finally... paul has left the land that was almost hit by a tsunami... its a strange feeling having him leave the place. all my four years studying overseas... home was the place where his face was so familiar. everytime i am home, he's one of the faces i aspect to see... but now... its all different. i worry and wonder how he's doing taking care of himself... unsure what goes in his mind... if it was me going off... things would be easier coz i know what i think... but for him i cant do that but to just hope for the best...
Finally! that old man's dead... after all those years... i thought he would never die... being around almost for 4-5 architectural generations. to think after all those years... he'd die at 98 years old... Philip Johnson... the spineless architect... ever changing to the seasons... he was never really in one of the architectural eras... only played a mediating role... from the International Style to the Post Modern... to the Deconstruction... up till the second modernity... he'd always been around. goes wherever the money goes... even side the nazi's when they tried to take over the world... people still respect him... for his money that is. i guess without him all these architectural movements would never be heard of... with all that cash... it had to go somewhere... and thank goodness it all went to architectectural spendings instead of baby powder...
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