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January 31st, 2005

More on Mr. Johnson

Posted by Kimberly under Architecture

His life and his work evoked strong feelings. He was a complicated character. Drawn to fascism in his early adulthood, he was later publicly apologetic. Was designing a synagogue for free atonement enough, and of the proper sort? Closeted until late in life, after coming out he coyly referred to his succession of partners as “the four Mrs. Johnsons.” The last, David Whitney, was his companion for 45 years, considerably longer than most marriages endure. How does one take the full measure of a man’s life? And his work… what to say about the built artifacts of a 50-year architectural career? Some were great, some were laughable, some were even - perhaps his worst fear - dull. Much is being written at his passing about the man and his architecture; here are a few interesting assessments.

Form Follows Fascism
By Mark Stevens, January 31, 2005 in the New York Times

The death last week of Philip Johnson, the nonagenarian enfant terrible, brought 20th-century architecture to a symbolic close. Even Mr. Johnson’s friends sometimes doubted that he was an architect of the first rank, but friend and foe alike agreed that he was an emblematic figure of his time.

But emblematic of what? In death, his role in American culture will come into sharper focus, and it’s a darker picture than many have thought. Read More

Lived in Glass House, Threw Stones:
How Philip Johnson lost his way

By Witold Rybczynski, Friday, Jan. 28, 2005 on Slate.com

Many of Philip Johnson’s obituaries describe him as the dean of American architects. He was undoubtedly a force in American architecture and exercised a major influence on the profession, but “dean” implies benevolent leadership. Johnson’s influence was not altogether benign.

At the beginning of his involvement with architecture, he was simply a spokesman and promoter of the new Modern (at that point chiefly European) architecture. In 1932, with Henry-Russell Hitchcock, he organized an influential exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art and published The International Style. He put his money where his mouth was and built himself a house—the so-called Glass House—that became one of the most famous symbols of the new style. In the mid-1950s, he was at the side of Ludwig Mies Van der Rohe, helping him to design what many consider the greatest building of the postwar period, the Seagram Building.

“I don’t want to be interesting, I want to be good,” Mies is supposed to have said. But the mercurial Johnson, who seemed to get easily bored, definitely preferred interesting. Read More

A Tastemaker Propelled by Curiosity
By Nicolai Ouroussof, January 27, 2005 in the New York Times

At the height of his power, Philip Johnson’s tentacles seemed to reach into every corner of his profession. As the founding director of the Museum of Modern Art’s department of architecture and design, he almost single-handedly introduced American audiences to European Modernist buildings; he was a tireless promoter of emerging architectural talents, from Mies van der Rohe to Frank Gehry. And although he often played down his creative talent, he produced a number of 20th-century landmarks in his long, eclectic career, among them the 1949 Glass House, rightly considered a masterpiece of American design.

Yet his greatest talent of all may have been his unquenchable curiosity, which prevented him, and by extension, his audience, from becoming mired in any specific architectural style or movement. Read More

January 28th, 2005

Ars longa, vita brevis

Posted by Kimberly under Architecture

Philip Johnson was one of the first architects whose work I remember. I grew up in Houston in the 1960’s and 1970’s, in the period during which Philip Johnson was changing that city’s skyline for the better. I might not have paid attention to Johnson’s work at that time, however, had it not been for my architect father, who was always saying, “Look! Look at that.”

According to the Houston Chronicle, Johnson said in a 1991 interview, “Houston is undoubtedly my showcase city. I saved all my best buildings for Houston.” Here are a few of those buildings:

University of St. Thomas Campus and Chapel of St. Basil
The campus of the University of St. Thomas, a small Houston college, was Johnson’s second Houston commission. (His first was the house he designed for Dominique and John de Menil. Finished in 1951, it was the first flat-roofed modern house in its wealthy River Oaks neighborhood.) Built in the mid-1950’s, the campus is a modernist take on Thomas Jefferson’s plan for the University of Virginia, with brick and glass academic buildings connected by black steel-framed covered walkways on either side of an open lawn. Whereas the library was the focal point of Jefferson’s design, at St. Thomas the focus is the Chapel of St. Basil. Part of the original campus plan, the chapel was not built until 1997… by which time Johnson’s design sensibilities had changed dramatically. The chapel was Johnson’s last work in Houston.

Pennzoil Place and RepublicBank Center
Pennzoil Place, completed in 1976, was the first of Johnson’s great Houston skyscrapers. It’s the modernist glass box with a twist. Two mirror-image 36-story towers, trapezoidal in plan, are located on their site to create triangular atrium lobbies with sloping glass roofs. The tops of the towers are similarly sloped, but in opposite directions. The two towers are separated by a 10-foot-wide vertical slot; from some locations they appear as two towers, from others as only one. In 1983, the RepublicBank Center went up across the street from Pennzoil. Only someone who had followed Johnson’s career in the intervening nine years would have believed them to be the work of the same architect. Clad in red Swedish granite, with crenelated towers reminiscent of Dutch gabled townhouses, and two large steps in its massing, the RepublicBank building was unabashedly historical in style. It’s rumored RepublicBank steps back as it does so as not to hide Pennzoil Place on the skyline. The composition created by these two radically different buildings is a particular favorite of mine.

Transco Tower
Completed in 1984, Transco is my favorite skyscraper in Houston. Its 64-story form looks like a depression-era stone skyscraper cast in glass. There are no other tall buildings around it, so its skin mirrors the sky, and its color changes constantly throughout the course of the day. As Houston is a flat city, Transco is visible for a great distance; occasionally a view of the top of the tower will appear when one least expects it.

When Johnson received the first Pritzker Prize in 1979, he expressed his hope that architecture might one day again be considered fundamental to our society: “Yet ars longa vita brevis. Values can change. Art, myth, religions can bloom once again. We may, for example, want to rebuild America. We surely can if we want to. We can do anything. We have the skill, the materials, the labor force. Heaven knows, we have the need: our ugly surroundings, our inadequate housing, our sad slums are testimony. We can, if we but will; architecture, as in all the world�s history, could be the art that saves.”

On Wednesday, January 25, Philip Johnson died at home in New Canaan, CT, in the Glass House that he designed and built for himself in 1949. At 98, he had a life that was longer than most. He is survived by his art - the built legacy of more than 50 years of architectural practice - and by the influence that he had on more than one generation of architects.

Update: Paul Goldberger has a fine article on Philip Johnson in the January 27 New York Times. Since it will become pay-per-view in just a few days, I’ve included the full text of it here.

Note: For photo credits, mouse over photo. Uncredited photos are from a Houston Chronicle article, in which no credits were given.

January 28th, 2005

Feline Friday 16: Herb

Posted by Kimberly under Cats

This is my cat.

This is my cat on drugs.

Any questions?

(This is for Michael, who has just acquired some medicinal herb to combat one of the more unpleasant side-effects of chemotherapy. I really, really hope it helps, sweetheart, and has you feeling just as frisky and playful as Sergei. If it makes you want to rub up against anyone warm and soft… well, maybe that’s not the herb.)

January 27th, 2005

Let them eat cake, part I

Posted by Kimberly under Food

Thirteen years ago, a friend of mine inherited a very large dining table from her mother. Although the table, made of bog oak, had no leaves, it comfortably seated 14 people. In honor of the arrival of the table in Houston from her late mother’s home in California, my friend Robin and her husband Jeff held a very fancy dinner party for seven couples. For the next several years, what became known as the Bog Oak Dinner was an annual late-January tradition.

As Robin and Jeff were wine enthusiasts, they selected a different wine to go with each course of a five-course meal. As they didn’t much like to cook, they assigned each couple one course of the meal to prepare. (The seventh couple didn’t cook either, but they always brought marvelous bread from a nearby French bakery.) The second year of the Bog Oak Dinner, my then boyfriend and I were assigned dessert. I knew that the dessert wine would be a lovely old port; something in a dark chocolate seemed the perfect accompaniment.

I wanted to bake something - a cake or a torte perhaps - but I didn’t know where to begin looking for a recipe. My college roommate Becca was known as the baker in our circle of friends, so I called her. I described the dinner, and told her that I wanted to bake the perfect, elegant dark chocolate cake to go with port.

Becca’s response - in her clipped Bostonian accent - was brief: “Maida Heatter.”

“What?” Those words made no sense to me.

“Get one of Maida Heatter’s dessert books. My wedding cake? That was one of her recipes. She’s wonderful. And you’ll love reading her. Hold on a minute -” Becca’s wedding cake had been both elegant and delicious; I continue to be amazed, not that she was able to create such a cake, but that she baked it for her own wedding. “- OK, this is the book you want: Maida Heatter’s Book of Great Chocolate Desserts. If you don’t find that one, then her Best Dessert Book Ever should have something. Pick one of the chocolate cakes that doesn’t have much flour; they’re all good.”

I went to the bookstore the next day, bought both books, and started reading. Becca was right; these were books to be kept on one’s bedside table and savored before bedtime. I read every recipe in the section of the chocolate dessert book titled “Cakes Without or Almost Without Flour,” and selected three to test. This was the first of the three.

Torta di Cioccolata

8 ounces (1 2/3 cups) blanched almonds
7 ounces (7 squares) unsweetened chocolate
1/2 pound (2 sticks) sweet butter
1 cup plus 1 tablespoon granulated sugar
4 eggs (graded large), separated

Set oven rack 1/3 up from bottom of oven; preheat to 300 degrees. Butter an 8- or 8-1/2-inch diameter, 2- or 2-1/2-inch high springform. Line the bottom with a round of baking parchment cut to fit; butter the paper.

Coarsely chop the chocolate. In a food processor or blender, grind the almonds and chocolate together to a fine powder. The danger, of course, is that you will end up with something like almond nutella. Do not overgrind.

In a large bowl of an electric mixer, cream the butter. Add the sugar, beat to mix. Add the egg yolks, beat to mix. Add the nut and chocolate mixture. Beat on low speed to mix.

In another bowl, with clean beaters, beat the egg whites until they hold firm peaks, but not until stiff or dry. Stir about 1/4 of the beaten whites into the chocolate mixture, then fold in the remaining whites. Turn into the pan; smooth the top.

Bake for 45 minutes. Allow the cake to cool to room temperature before removing the sides of the springform and inverting the cake onto a plate.

Sprinkle the top of the cake with powdered sugar, if desired. Serve with lots of cold whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.

I bought baking parchment and an 8-inch springform pan. (The 6-inch and 10-inch springforms came home with me as well; never let it be said that I go into such endeavors halfheartedly!) I invited several friends over for dessert on a Sunday evening. On Saturday, my mission of acquisition yielded baking chocolate, almonds, butter, eggs, whipping cream and a nice bottle of port. After lunch on Sunday, I baked the torta. While it cooled, I napped, dreaming lovely chocolate-scented dreams.

To be continued… really…

January 26th, 2005

My outfits are never incomplete

Posted by Kimberly under Cats, Laughter

My mother was horrified when she learned that Paul and I had adopted not one, not two, but three cats after our last cat died. Perhaps horrified is a little strong; she certainly was not happy. She is allergic to cats. While her allergy is not severe, her reaction to three indoor cats is watery eyes and sneezing. When my parents come to visit, we all make adjustments. The cats are exiled from the guest room, we clean rigorously, and my mother takes antihistamines as needed.

I’ve often felt that my mother does not understand how important our cats are to us, so I was quite touched when she gave me this amusing hand towel. While it may not signal an understanding of the depth of our feelings for our furry family, I feel that it shows an understanding that the cats - and the talismans of their fur that we take with us everywhere - are a fact of our lives.

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