Whenever I come back to Chicago after a school year, I walk around with my head tilted up 45 degrees, seeing what new things I've learned.
Last year, after a semester learning about French architecture, I noticed a surprising number of Mansart roofs complete with dormers. The 2 intensive weeks with William Curtis developed my sense of "architectural language," and I was able to really appreciate the Miesian boxes for the first time. I'd read about the Bauhaus and Chicago styles in high school, but I needed an understanding of the poetics of architecture before I could see what was so great about boxes in a city.
Waiting for the purple line on the El, I found myself counting the number of levels between mechanical levels on the new Trump building, and wondering how they designed for the supplies lift running along the side of the building. Unitized panel construction on concrete structure - noted.
Chicago never gets old.
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