“Our world, like a charnel-house, lies strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.” ⎯ Le Corbusier, Urbanisme (1925)
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“Comrades!
The twin fires of war and revolution have devastated both our souls and our cities. The palaces of yesterday’s grandeur stand as burnt-out skeletons. The ruined cities await new builders[…]
To you who accept the legacy of Russia, to you who will (I believe!) tomorrow become masters of the whole world, I address the question: with what fantastic structures will you cover the fires of yesterday?” ⎯ Vladimir Maiakovskii, “An Open Letter to the Workers” (1918)
“Utopia transforms itself into actuality. The fairy tale becomes a reality. The contours of socialism will become overgrown with iron flesh, filled with electric blood, and begin to dwell full of life. The speed of socialist building outstrips the most audacious daring. In this lies the distinctive character and essence of the epoch.” ⎯ I. Chernia,“The Cities of Socialism” (1929)
“The idea of the conquest of the substructure, the earthbound, can be extended even further and calls for the conquest of gravity as such . It demands floating structures, a physical-dynamic architecture.” ⎯ El Lissitzky, The Reconstruction of Architecture in the Soviet Union (1929)
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I wonder what these buildings would look like if they were built with materials that age with a nice patina, instead of the rubbish stuff that looks shiny new the first year and then acquires the charisma of a plastic bottle left in the woods.
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