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I’m an Architect. I’m the most interesting man in the room.

I’m wearing all black. I’m near sighted, but have compensated with extremely attractive and/or expensive eyewear. I have radical mood swings. But, only on the inside. You’d probably never know what I’m thinking. And, I’m sure I wouldn’t tell you.

I have excellent taste in …. almost everything. Just ask me. I am brooding right now. Over in the corner, sipping my cosmo (because I can pull that off). I’m not approachable, I’ve worked on that for years. I seem like I know things. Dark things. Perfectly aligned symmetrical things. But nothing about things that you want to talk about. I would rather talk about Richard Serra or Edward Hopper, or we could discuss Diebenkorn if you’d like. No, I am not going to talk about architecture. I never talk about architecture. We can talk about television. Mad Men? yes… Inside the Actors Studio? of course, but ideally Inspector Morse ca. 1988. Or we could just discuss cars.

More after the break.

Could you get me another Cosmo?

I have a beautiful wife, but I have no family, no children, no history, no connection to anything domestic. I don’t play golf. I have clubs, just in case. In the trunk of my Alfa Romeo

I work hard. No really, I work very hard. You think you work hard? You’re wrong. In fact, I’m working right now. I haven’t slept since 1984. I’m on my second decade of an all nighter. You have no idea. Your job is easy compared to mine. You don’t create, you produce. That’s easy. Right?

I spent a year in Europe studying under someone you’ve never heard of, who won a very prestigous award which you’ve also never heard of. This was my foundation for my “practice” I run today. I worked on a famous building you have also never heard of. I won an award for that too. I have a plaque with my name in fancy lettering in my office. I have a turtle neck. Not a “mock-turtle-neck” those are for writers or journalists.

Your tie is crooked. I noticed that when you first came over. I could fix that, but what’s the point really. Also, there were 17 canapes on that tray and only 16 had tooth picks in them. The mirror on that wall is slightly tilted. And, this part of the flooring is not orginal to the building. And, that sprinkler head is slightly off center.

And, seriously, go get me another cosmo…

I’m an Architect, I’m the most interesting man in the room.

Stay thirsty my friends { Coffee with an Architect }.

Jody Brown - Coffee With An Architect (via g0ldenlights)

Simultaneously really amused by this and vaguely horrified by the fact that this is probably the ideal to which, like, 83% of people I know aspire.

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The. Worst.

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Apparently I am unable to read the phrase “I am an architect” without mentally appending "they call me a butcher"

PS, not sure if I believe the Macbeth story. I’ve read quite a lot of stuff about Tolkien and had never heard it before — though had noticed the resonance obv (entirely possible, perhaps likely that I’ve just forgotten). Apart from anything Éowyn is of woman born so it doesn’t quite work.

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“You fool. No man can kill me.”

How many times am I allowed to reblog this before it gets weird?

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Fun facts: Tolkien constructed this scene because he came out of Macbeth thinking that Shakespeare had missed a golden opportunity with the ”Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth” prophecy

one of my fave bits of the book and of the films. I love the rubbery physicality of the Nazgul’s judder — always reminds me of Jackson’s splatty horror roots.

84 Charing Cross Road & The Duchess of Bloomsbury — Helene Hanff
Ran out of books on holiday so borrowed this form my cousin in Cornwall. The first of the two books is composed of the letters written between an American TV writer and an English bookseller and records their developing friendship. It’s nice and has some interesting incidental details about post war London. Slight but short, doesn’t outstay its welcome.
The second book is said writer’s diary of her time visiting London in the 70s (after the death of the bookseller from the first bit) again there’s some interesting incidental detail and the book is quite short, though not short enough in my opinion.
84 Charing Cross Road & The Duchess of Bloomsbury — Helene Hanff

Ran out of books on holiday so borrowed this form my cousin in Cornwall. The first of the two books is composed of the letters written between an American TV writer and an English bookseller and records their developing friendship. It’s nice and has some interesting incidental details about post war London. Slight but short, doesn’t outstay its welcome.

The second book is said writer’s diary of her time visiting London in the 70s (after the death of the bookseller from the first bit) again there’s some interesting incidental detail and the book is quite short, though not short enough in my opinion.