Architects offered counseling after seeing their work demolished.
Thanks to an unhealthy consumption of daytime television, online conspiracy theories and tabloid newspaper “editorials” I though I’d heard everything. And then I read this.
It seems that our friends in the architectural world find the whole business of demolition so troubling to their sensitive and creative minds that they’re now taking counseling after watching their handiwork turned to so much rubble.
Of course, they could have designed their buildings to be a little more future-proof, ensuring that their sad demise didn’t happen until long after the architect had been called to that great drawing office in the sky. Or, rather than designing atria made from Dodo egg membrane and Narwhal spit, they could have designed the building in a more modular fashion, allowing it to be carefully dismantled and possibly reassembled in another form or location.
But no.
In today’s increasingly touchy-feely world, the only possible answer to having seen your building hit repeatedly with a hydraulic hammer is a period of prolonged, over-expensive and often pointless therapy.
I wonder if architects will appreciate the irony?
