Open House New York – part I

I’d first heard about Open House three years back but never got the chance to go to one until this past weekend. The concept is intriguing – a string of architecturally significant private/public buildings and design firms open their doors for a weekend of guided tours and a chance for people to peek into places usually closed off to the general public. The aim of this initiative was to invite people to explore and understand the value of a well designed environment. Open House was founded in London in 1992 and has been  since taken roots in cities like  Toronto, Barcelona, Melbourne and Chicago annually.

So without further ado, I’ll jump right in to the rundown of my experiences.

Site #1 Mercedes Benz Manhattan by Enrique Norten. Half opened, half in construction. As my first tour of the day, it was LAME. I anticipated an ARCHITECTURAL tour of the building, but instead was subjected to a sales pitch for a 1-bedroom apartment unit. “Look at the great views” “yes, you are allowed to partition the room”. Seriously? For such a massive 1.3million sf mixed use development, we were ushered into the sales office, scurried into a service elevator and given a 10 minute pitch in one of the cramped units. Not what I signed up for. The 15 minutes I waited in the lobby to get into this tour was the only part where I got to see any communal space of this entire building. Even at that, the details in this spanking new lobby were poorly crafted. Much was left to be desired.

Exterior cladding of MBM

main lobby. workmanship rather subpar

only halfway completed. Model building. "It needs to be at least THREE times the size"

I was losing hope in this endeavor. Throw in a sad little $1.47 cheeseburger at Wendys (long story)  and I was beginning to regret making the long trek up to New York. Nevertheless, I am nothing if not resolute. Off I marched to the Lincoln Center for my second stop.

Site #2 – Lincoln Center Public Spaces. There were over a hundred people milling about in the indoor David Rubenstein Atrium at 62nd and Broadway. Half were there for the tour, the other half just enjoying the space. You could tell right away that it was a success story as far as public spaces go. Every niche was inhabited by some urban dweller reading, sipping coffee, taking a break, maybe even just ..dwelling. Despite the crowd, the atmosphere in there was chill and relaxed. Maybe it was the water feature, or  the leafy bio-wall or the felt panel art. Combined with soothing light from the 16 occuli above, the space exudes an unexpected calm in the middle of a large city. Designed by Tod Williams & Billie Tsien, we were given an extensive briefing by one of the firm’s architects. Originally built as the Harmony Atrium, the space was one of the 503 Privately owned Public Spaces (POPS) sanctioned by the city of New York. This program  provided zoning incentives for  an owner by allowing them to exceed the permitted Floor Area Ratio  if they provided an accessible public space on the street level. You’ll see many of such POPS scattered around the city. (hmm.. fodder for future blog post) wonderful little oases in a desert of concrete.

vertical bio-wall softens the space. Water feature on right provides ambient noise

Ovals and Occuluses (Occuli) - lightshafts and soundproofing/art

ovals ovals everywhere

Nooks and niches

Next we proceeded to the newly renovated public plaza by Diller Scofidio + Renfro. Two architects from the associate firms FXFowle and Beyer Blinder Belle provided the background  and did a marvelous job going into the history and evolution of the design. 2010 was the approaching 50th anniversary of the Lincoln Center, a playground of performing arts venues designed by a plethora of renowned architects – Phillip Johnson and Eero Saarinen to name a few. The original design of this collection of buildings needed a revamp. The charge was to open up the plaza to be more pedestrian friendly. As it stood, the center was an island in itself, quite cut off from the flow of traffic.  I wish I had some ‘before’ pictures I could post but you’ll just have to either trust me on this or google it yourself.

One of the things Diller Scofidio + Renfro did was to reconfigure the vehicular and pedestrian flow so that the pedestrian was given priority over the car. Now as you approach from Columbus Ave, a cascade of travertine stairs pull you upwards towards Robertson plaza. Cleverly  illuminated bands on the risers display upcoming events. Culminating the plaza is a reimagination of the iconic fountain. The centerpiece Revson Fountain now deftly floats above a mirror of water . The existing buildings flanking the plaza were respectfully left untouched. Even the two new swooping cantilevered glass canopies simply glide between the columns, providing cover and bookending the stairs.

cascade of stairs from Columbus Ave

Revson Fountain

Fantastic glass canopy

last photo. Notice how the glass windows terminate at pilasters. i was told they were a bitch to detail! =)

Okay peeps, it’s getting late , this post is getting long and my eyes are turning to mush.Also, I realized I did not take enough photos of the Lincoln Center. Aughhh! So sorry, I only had my iPhone that day.  I’ll continue part 2 of my Open House NY experience in my next blog post – the Ukrainian Institute and the irish American Society.

Behind the Red Door

 

meandering through alleys

Living in gayborhood, one of my favorite weekend things was my walk to the grocery store on South Street. The opposite of my daily quickest path from A to B, Sunday morning walks  were reserved for taking the longest route possible. Through old narrow alleys and  dead end nooks,  I discovered the parts of Philadelphia that were hidden from the rest of the city. Most of these streets were so narrow that barely a bicycle could pass through. yet the people living in those houses take such meticulous care of their homes, some looked as fresh as they must have the day they were built over a hundred years ago.

 

main entrance to the club

Down one of these cobblestone paths was a larger building with heavy red double doors on black iron hinges. Above which hung on the keystone the bas-relief of a grotesque head. A hanging wooden sign marking the house number was the only thing hinting to what the place was. Never once did I see anyone going in or out of that building. I pictured a secret cult conducting clandestine meetings late at night.

Last month I decided to do some sleuthing and a few searches later, discovered that the building is home a theater. More specifically the Mask and Wig Club, an all-male troupe of UPenn undergrads who perform comedy musicals every year. At last, a chance to get in to see the building. So I called on two friends and last Friday we bought tickets to their latest production “A Volcanic Corruption”.

Approaching the buildingUpon approach, the building has an even more mysterious quality at night. With yellow lights illuminating from within and a couple of tuxedoed young men exiting, we had no idea what to expect.

When you first enter, there’s a small foyer with wooden stairs that lead up to the theater floor. Going past the foyer to the second public space is a rectangular drinking hall or pub. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the walls where mugs hang by caricatures of past members all the way to the ceiling. Then you notice the chandeliers which are made of antlers and some still have their owners skulls attached to them.

 

I need one of these for my living room

The dark wooden beams give off the air of an old English tavern. I don’t know how original the architecture is but it looks pretty authentic. The building started off life as a church, then a stable, then a dissection lab before it was bought by the club in 1894. The architect Wilson Eyre was commissioned to renovate the building. If (like me) you’ve never heard of him before, he was a prominent Philadelphia architect back in his time and an innovator of the Shingle Style. For this project, he hired the artist Maxfield Parrish to paint the interior murals. Sadly, the original mural and some other works were auctioned off in 1996 to fund renovations and upkeep to the club. You can see a reproduction of the mural above the bar .

the bar/pub and Parrish mural reproduction on the left

The theater floor resonates again the timber and brick seen throughout the building. When not in use for a show, it is rented out as a function hall .

Theater Floor

The clubhouse has undergone quite a few facelifts and structural renovations through the years, most recently in 2009 after a fire broke out in the attic. However it looks like all the work has preserved the original design, earning it the 2010 Grand Jury Award from the Preservation Alliance.

There are so many layers to the history of this Philadelphia gem. I’d love to explore it further but that would require access to the rest of the building and weeks of research. For those with easy access to the city, I highly recommend checking this building out and yes, go see their show, it will have you in stitches.

Location: 310 S. Quince Street

Website: www.maskandwig.com

Falling In and Out of Love

Last weekend’s trip to New York was a double header. A colleague had recommended paying a visit to the Morgan Library (as in JP Morgan, the financial behemoth) which had recently undergone a restoration to its 1906 McKim Library. On top of that, I’d been also meaning to check out the renovation and addition by Renzo Piano done in 2006 which linked the three existing buildings on site by way of glass pavilions.

Second on the agenda was to drop by Alice Tully Hall on the upper east side, a chamber music venue designed by Diller Scofidio + Renfro in 2009. I’d zoomed by in a cab a few weeks before on my way back from a site survey but we had no time to stop. You can’t miss or ignore the building though. It looks like something plucked from a fifth year design studio student’s sketchbook. As in, it’s so extraordinary and nonconformist in shape that it reminds me of the good old studio days; before any suggestion of skewed exterior glass walls and 50 foot cantilevers were instantly laughed down by your structural engineers. A design student’s wet dream!

First stop, the Morgan Library and Museum on 37th and Madison Ave. Seriously, if I hadn’t google mapped it, I would have missed it completely. Despite the $xx million spent, the entrance was so subdued that I could have walked past it 5 times and missed it. One is reminded of the countless times your one’s mom has exhorted “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” during one’s formative years (thanks mom!). Because once you passed through the sober steel and glass entrance, you experience lesson #42 in the architect-y handbook: Compression and Release.

A technique used by Frank Lloyd Wright using space volume relationships to move people from small confined spaces into large open spaces thus creating a a sense of freedom and arrival. …Kinda like if you were Indiana Jones, escaping machete wielding cave denizens through a dark narrow tunnel and you stumble on an enormous sun drenched chamber filled with gold booty. Ha! Architecture Theory 101 BOOO-YAH!!

It was kind of like that :) The enormous glass pavilion that is the heart of the museum is nothing short of breathtaking. A confection of glass, delicate white steel frames, platforms that floated above the main floor, a glass elevator straight out of Wonka’s Chocolate Factory..absolutely dazzling. It sounds crazy to say but I assure you it was subdued in an elegance that I imagine only Renzo Piano could have dreamed up. Quiet, peaceful, this wasn’t a design that screamed to be noticed, it knew it was beautiful and it just let you soak it in in your own time.

As an architect, I think one of the toughest design challenges is to build an addition onto an existing building. You have to pay more attention to the historic connotations and design language than you would a free-standing fresh new building. Yet, the new pavilion so expertly weaved the three distinct stone buildings together without taking any shortcuts. The beautiful exterior stone of the original 1906 library and the 1928 Annex are proudly embraced into the pavilion, connections are so transparent it puts politics to shame.

There is a rhythm within the steel frame system and the curtainwall. Lines are not just lines, they are reveals or extrusions or joints and they all play so harmoniously amongst each other that you’re compelled to listen. The visitor on his or her part I’d say feels like part of the space, the scale allows for that. The thoughtful Mr. Piano built his addition 50 feet underground so that it would not overwhelm the existing buildings.

The McKim Library is the opposite of restrained elegance. This was just in-your-face opulence. My kind of thing! Designed in 1906 by Charles McKim to house Mr. Morgan’s private collection, it takes its lead from the European classical designs. Every square inch either had carvings or were gilded in tile or covered in velvet. While the burgundy study is rich and mysterious, the 3-story library radiates a golden hue that’s perfect for this rare collection of 1st editions. Lush! I took some time to sketch a few details of the intricate railings here.

On to Alice Tully Hall. Like I said, an architecture student’s wet dream.  As Broadway slices through the site, so the building also is sliced and carved. and sliced and carved it is! Carved out of the original 60′s era travertine chunk of building, DS+R ‘s new facade and lobby bleeds into the street and pulls you in. Like the Julliard school that it houses, the elements of the building seem so fluid and constantly in motion. But sometimes too much motion is not good, you begin to feel ill.

I only managed to get into the public space of the main renovation and missed experiencing a performance there so I’ll only comment on the spaces I saw. As much as I wanted to love the building, I struggle to admit that… I.. found it… awful. There, I said it. Maybe I needed to be in a different frame of mind to appreciate it but it felt like a giant hot mess. I had no idea which direction I was supposed to look at and when I did focus on anything, it seemed so haphazard and hardly graceful in the way it came together ..which is ironic since it’s home to a performance venue.

With curves that met sharp angles, a jumble of varied materials, planes that jut at random… I sat there for half an hour willing myself to fall in love. It’s Diller Scofidio for gods sake!! What’s wrong with me?!?! But after 30 minutes I had to concede defeat. “It’s not me, it’s you.”

Heartbroken I drift aimlessly toward the plaza. Behold! A sight for sore eyes. DS+R’s smaller project for the Lincoln Center is a gem. A 2-story restaurant with a swooping green roof, I’m in love again! Or maybe it’s just a rebound. I’m going to have to make another trip up here and I think we’ll give it a second shot.

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