Saturday, September 11, 2021

Finished on September 10th 2021


The Twins
by Zac Langridge


There and gone
Together forever
Born and gone in pairs
The first the oldest in life and death
The youngest behind and ahead

Grey and solid
Steel and aluminum
Grey and solid
But quickly vanishing with the wind
A choking cloud of dreary grey death

Two sculptures among a sculptures
Two statements on a skyline
Two symbols of a country, a city, a time
Peeking over the heads of their elders
Watchful guardians looking out for you, guiding you, sheltering you

Impassive, oblivious
Monotonous, ethereal
Overwhelming, yet soft
A part of a landscape ever changing
Two towers, a collective pinnacle, changing with the sun

A clear blue sky
The roar of a jet
The smell of fiery fuel
A thunderous boom
A molotov cocktail consumes the older’s head


The sky is stained, spoiled forever
And the sirens start to sound
A second missile with wings swooping through the smoke
And the younger twin too shudders and shoulders

Standing in solidarity, wounded and burning
Never apart, never alone
Yet in pain, crying paper and people and sparks
The moans grow louder, tortured beings warped beyond repair
And the youngest twin finally catches up to its brother

No!
It’s gone
Only one stands
Weeping smoke and liquid fire
The ashes of its fallen brother settling at its feet

The whole is a half, but it cannot be so
Not without the company, the support
Only the sirens and the silence and the ashes remain
And the standing half falls too
A twin rumble, a twin cloud, a twin rain of death

Twenty years later
Twin pools reflect
As the facades of the towers once used to
The sun dancing off their glassy mirrors
Reflecting and reminding their surroundings

Never apart, always together
The late twins of New York City


THE END

Friday, September 10, 2021

Started August 29th, finished September 2nd 2021, a day before a terrorist attack in New Zealand and a week before the 20 years marking 9/11.


In the Shadow of the Towers
By Zac Langridge


On March 15th, 2019, many oblivious citizens of Aotearoa New Zealand were awoken from our dream of an all inclusive, culturally accepting and innocent society, displaying a rot within our nation that had always been there but had passed under our very noses. Ever since the shell-shock of the Christchurch mosque attacks, Prime Minister Jacinda Adern and her government have turned her eye towards the now very real threat of terrorism aboard our own shores, cultivated by the cesspool that is the internet. Within a world where opinions are everywhere and are amplified by social media, our interconnected digital age has provided a way of home-breeding potential terrorists within any nation for whatever cause they deem fit. The Christchurch Call and movements have united world leaders in holding social media companies accountable for spreading misinformation and hate speech, hoping never to have something like it happen again.
However, even before the events of March 15th, I’d personally always wondered if New Zealand would experience an event like this... something which would radically reshape our view of home, for better or worse. And as soon as I’d heard about the terrorist attack in Christchurch and listened to news anchors break the reality to a dumbfounded public - that this man is one of us, and he is part of a shadowy reality that our society has failed to acknowledge - all I could think about was this:
This was our 9/11.

Now forgive me for making such a bold statement, but think about it. With the obvious differences in size and political power aside, were we really any different to America before the infamous attacks of September 11th, 2001? Both the US and NZ told themselves the same thing; horrific events seen and heard about on television just didn’t happen in our beloved homelands, that we were isolated from a world gone mad. Even I, before March 15th, knew that if any event resembling the fanatical terrorism seen in countries around the world ended up taking place in our seemingly safe and secure world, it would greatly shake our country to the core, alter views of our national identity, and burst a bubble of innocence that had grown since the Springbok Tour and bombing of the Rainbow Warrior in the 1980s, and the 1990 Aramoana massacre (the biggest act of gun violence in NZ up until 2019). Like us, America was on a high at the end of the 1990s, a relatively peaceful end to a tumultuous 20th century. With the Cold War won (though whether America actually ‘won’ it or not us up for debate), they were rocking to Britney Spears and inviting a future that seemed secure and optimistic. 9/11 would prove, like March 15th for us, to be a huge wakeup call.
It sounds strange, but I’ve always felt an ethereal connection to 9/11. As someone born less than a year after the attacks, I’ve always felt a personal obligation to learn as much about them as possible. My parents found out about my conception in October of 2001, a month after it happened, and I would’ve been almost three months old by the time the one year anniversary rolled around. I can only begin to imagine what would've been going through my parents’ heads at the time, whether they’d managed to comprehend it all by then, even one year later. Did parents of the time like mine contemplate it all, wondering what world they were bringing up their children into? Did they worry about the approaching wars, what it could mean for the future? Did my Mum or Dad wonder if I would ever understand what had changed, what this new reality meant for history, or whether I would ever care about 102 minutes that woke up a superpower and altered the path of world history?

Well 20 years later, I do know about 9/11, and while I’m not part of the Millennials (the so-called ‘9/11 generation’), I was born into a world greatly influenced by one cloudless, sunny, blue-skied day in September of 2001. 102 minutes was all it took. Within not even two hours the course of history was changed, realties and lives were altered, and a superpower was temporarily cut off from the rest of the world, all flights grounded in a desperate attempt to stop more jets from hurtling out of the sky and creating more death and destruction. “I feel like we’re under siege!” were a woman’s words after witnessing the second plane hit the second tower from her apartment window in New York. I can only imagine. Reality was under siege, the world hijacked as much those jets had been by nineteen extremists and a seemingly simple plan which had transformed an everyday form of mass transportation into weapons of mass destruction. So many things changed on that day. Any plane could be a hijack, a missile, a death trap for those onboard. Anybody could be a suspect. Nowhere was safe, not even the most revered cities. Buildings had become symbols of nations and potential targets of hate crimes on an apocalyptic scale. Skyscrapers could no longer be seen as the safe, sentinel-like monoliths that could be unbudged from their foundations. No longer could scenes of cities crumbling be assigned purely as fiction from disaster movies produced in the safe confines of Hollywood.
This was the world I was born into along with many of my peers. And now, 20 years later, the legacy of 9/11 seems to have faded in the wake of Covid19, however it still feels so prominent. The causes and consequences of the attacks on America should be, if anything, a precursor of the times we live in right now and the new challenges that we face in a world that has no choice but to forge ahead into the uncharted territories of globalism. Be it September 11th or March 15th, these are the products of a world having shrunk. As the 20th century progressed, travelling became easier and more affordable, technology becoming better and better, breaking borders separating cultures, religions and ideologies. With so many people and so many views crammed into such a little planet, the early 21st century has been shaped by cultural, political and religious clashes, the consequences of a once segregated world speeding up at a pace it can’t keep up with. 9/11 became the defining moment of the 21st century in that it showcased the product of a new war; a war in our backyards, where anyone with a differing view could become a fanatic and murder thousands of people without warning, with it all being broadcasted as graphically and publicly as possible on live television. This was the new reality and it’s one that hasn’t changed today, even as times and concerns have shifted and technology has shrunk the world even more.

I’m captivated by the legacy of 9/11 because it was an eerie precursor to what dominates world events right now. Sure, Osama bin-Laden is long gone and the War on Terror has (supposedly) ended, but now there are new figures who are hated and admired, new wars being fought. Figures like Donald Trump were born out of a fear of globalism, fear of the consequences of mingling with the ‘other.’ It’s no coincidence that the former US president claimed that he supposedly saw Saudi Arabians celebrating when the Twin Towers came down during his rallies. Why do we think he kept stressing his intent to “keep America safe”? Trump, a New Yorker, watched with the world as radicals plowed those jets into the World Trade Center. He saw his home robbed of its symbolic skyline of financial prosperity, and, a product of a time where the white man were aloof and far removed from the very real struggles of the Middle East, he determined that the best bet to “make America great again” was to further alienate Muslims and people of a darker complexion than him. Add social media to the mix, and you have a new type of war. Multiple ones. The war on truth. The war on Fake News. The battles are now being fought in the comment sections of Youtube videos, or in Twitter threads. Liberals versus Conservatives. Republicans versus Democrats. Incels versus Feminists. Scientists versus Anti-Vaccers. Disney versus The Fandom Menace. Men versus Women. The soldiers are the trolls. The bullets are the words, the threats and the lies. And crucially, the wounds are the depression, the suicides, the self-harm, the growing hatred and resentment, division, and of course, the extremism. Men like Brentan Tarrant were crafted by the Internet and social media. Disillusioned minds groomed and cultivated by echo-chambers and algorithms, warping truths and bending the line between reality and digital fictions. Opinion becomes fact, fact becomes opinion, and when the world seems to be spiralling out of control within the digital hemisphere, hating you and your ‘facts,’ then something will give.
Nowadays, the risk of airplane hijackings and bin-Laden’s ‘Holy War’ seem as distant as my first words, literally, but the rapid spread of Coronavirus and the scramble for a world to unite in isolation rings eerily familiar in the grand scheme of things. Here’s an event that has altered the course of history yet again, called world leaders to unite in solidarity even as our countries isolate, yet creating more division and paranoia as the conspiracy theories ring out and the blame game is pointed to China, all initiated by the chaotic mix of cultural practices and clashes gone wrong (think wet markets and Communism-enforced secrecy) and the consequences of which spreading rife throughout the world. It’s become clear that Covid19 will stand alongside 9/11 as a dominating feature of the early 21st century, and presents another stumbling block for the idealized globalist society that the world strives for. That’s not to say that globalism can’t work, but as we’ve seen change takes a very long time, and like the War on Terror lingered onward throughout the years even after Obama proclaimed it over in 2011, the effects of Covid will likely remain for years to come, segregating the world even further. It’s a rather gloomy outlook on life, but we shouldn’t despair. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, but we have to navigate that tunnel first, no matter how long or how cold it might be.

They say we should never forget 9/11. We shouldn’t, but for more reasons than purely honouring the innocents murdered on that horrific day. We need to remember how it defined a new state of world affairs, how it set a precedent for a shrinking world and how it dealt with the aftermath of the consequences of such, for better or worse. We need to learn from it in order to shape a path for a better future, for a globalist future that can work. While the chapter of 9/11 might have closed, it needs to be re-read. The fact that my generation and Generation Alpha below me have no recollection of the events of 2001 has been noted by many, and the need for education on the subject is necessary. No it’s not exactly New Zealand history, but it was a precursor to what would happen to us in 2019, and to understand the challenges that our generations and younger ones face can only help us confront the causes and prevent these atrocities from ever happening again.
New Zealand was left shell-shocked on 15/03/19, and the country has seen a definite tonal change since. We’re more aware of extremism and racism in our midst, and the Christchurch Call may as well be Jacinda’s War on Terror for the digital generation. Protests about ‘freedom of speech’ rights and further evasiveness from tech giants will inevitably follow, increasing division. While on an undeniably smaller scale, all of this mirrors the effects 11/09/01 had on the United States. I was fortunate enough to educate myself on the subject back in 2014, watching documentary after documentary online, however it’s clear that not all my generation are aware of just how relevant 9/11’s legacy still is. And as if in a cruel irony, some - either ironically or not - seem to play around in the sandbox of such a legacy, regurgitating misinformed conspiracy theories (“jet fuel can’t melt steel beams” anyone?) and poisoning the internet with their popularity, while only learning about the atrocities by memes about things that shouldn’t be made a mockery of. It’s interesting to me that many of the 9/11 conspiracy ‘documentaries’ circulating on the Internet have now been blocked by Youtube’s algorithms, yet now the sources of misinformation itself come from hate manifestos and livestreams like those of March 15th. It’s as though 9/11 really did set the bar for the age of the internet, but now instead of the misinformation being the spinoff of terrorism, it’s now the misinformation being the cause of, and at times, even the terrorism itself.

Sometimes I look at pictures of those black clouds of jet-fueled smoke pouring through that vivid blue sky that defined September 11th, wondering if it really did become a rip in time. Many of those photographs were shot on film, a light grain infused within the fabric of the images, as if sealing the atrocities into the pages of history by painting them into celluloid, capping off the end of an analogue era and entering a digital age full of clutter and imperfection. For the photographs of Ground Zero are most often grey, pixelated and digital, the product of a new reality. Maybe in that sense, 9/11 really did foreshadow the wars of our time.
I have to wonder just what really changed on that September day, nine months before I was born…


THE END

Monday, February 22, 2021

Finished in May of 2020 (not long after Florian Schneider passed away), published on February 23rd of 2021 (the day Daft Punk split)


Robots Don’t Die

By Zac Langridge


Florian Schneider died recently. I found out yesterday.
It was a bit of a gut-punch to say the least, as I’d never before experienced a musician, or indeed, an artist in general that I admire pass away in my lifetime. Sure there’s Bowie, Gene Wilder, Alan Rickman, Carrie Fisher and Micheal Jackson…
But a member of Kraftwerk passing away? Kraftwerk? That’s impossible!
It’s as impossible as a member of Daft Punk dying.
Because they’re robots. Robots don’t die!

Legacies don’t die either.
That’s why the original lineup of Kraftwerk, the classic lineup, will always be in my heart… in our hearts.
Because look at where we are now. Look at where we were in the eighties, nineties and noughties… all the way up ‘till now. Music that anyone can dream of, that can’t be created with a guitar or a piano. Music that surpasses imagination, that blends science and art into a seamless tapestry.
All that originated from them. The forefathers.
Sure, not all of it was their doing, but they certainly utilized it and pushed it further.

In a sense, I owe them my childhood.
All the music I was raised on - Air, Sacred Spirit, Lazy Sunday, St Germain and some of Pink Floyd, among many others - all involving the wonderful machines known as synthesizers and sequencers. All electronic music, in one form or another, sold under a different genre. World, space pop, rock, jazz, and so on.
My childhood. A product of its time, yet timeless.
And here we are now, with bombastic EDM concerts and raves taking place in stadiums packed with cheering people. A huge culture shaped into one raw, primal organism of sound and joy and life.
All thanks to them.

I’m glad I became obsessed with Kraftwerk when they were all alive. Glad I had the feeling, the subconscious knowledge in my mind that I could enjoy their music while all the original members, the pioneers, the godfathers, were still alive and well on this earth.
That’s changed now.
It’s funny, I once remember thinking to myself about a year ago: ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if the four original members teamed up once more, for a final album, or tour?’
There goes that possibility.
I never actually expected that reunion to happen, of course, considering the falling out several of the members had. But there’s always that hope…
I’m glad I grew into Kraftwerk, and had two full years of blissful enjoyment of their music, not having to deal with the underlying reality that one of them is no longer with us. Grounding me in reality that we’re all human after all.
Even those that dress up as robots and make music like robots.
Robots with souls.
French souls. German souls.

It feels ironic that Florian, of all Kraftwerk members, should be the one to go first, because he was the one out of the original four that made the biggest impression on me.
It was roughly in either April or July of 2018, and I decided to finally listen to a Kraftwerk song. I’d heard their hit song ‘The Model’ many times, but had never delved much into their catalogue, despite knowing they were pioneers of electronic music. So I found a Youtube video of ‘The Robots’, the song playing over the original sleeve of the album it came from, ‘The Man Machine’ in stark red, black and white.
My first genuine taste of Kraftwerk.
I’ll always remember that cover. Karl standing at the front, alert and statue-like, resembling a soldier; Karl second up, expression stern and knife-like, as if signifying his leadership of the group; Wolfgang at the back, a good-natured expression on his face, definitely the lady’s man of the group. And Florian…
That sly smile of his always left an impression on me. I don’t know why. It just conveyed so much, and seemed to work with the music. ‘The Robots’, despite being a song about machines, is not scary or dark, neither detatched or cold. It’s almost assuring, with a fun, upbeat tune and a chorus that almost seems to say: ‘Hey. Don’t be afraid. The robots are here, and they’ll take care of you. You’re in safe hands.’ Florian’s smile went well with the feelings I had listening to that song for the first time.
It went well with the comments down below too: ‘If you asked me what a German person looked like, I’d show you this album cover’.
Punctual, private, smartly dressed, but not without a sense of humour.

It’s odd, because Florian hadn’t been a part of Kraftwerk for years, and Karl and Wolfgang had departed even further back. Ralf’s the only original member still there, so it’s not like other three members’ passings will affect the performances and music from the band in the future.
But when the original members are gone, how can Kraftwerk itself go on? As a comment stated on Youtube: ‘It’s more like Ralfwerk now.’ Even if Ralf ends up being the last one left, it won’t feel the same, knowing that the others who helped him revolutionize the music landscape have passed, and that their spots have well and truly been taken up.
Like Daft Punk, Kraftwerk began to show themselves in public less and less, and often utilized mechanical dummies as stand-ins for interviews. So, as fans, we automatically step back and go no further in clamouring for personal information in order to understand the men behind our music. No need to violate their privacy, or scream for their autographs. No need to treat them like the celebrities they could be, like Elton John or Paul McCartny…

Because they’re robots.
But robots don’t die. They simply recharge their batteries and keep on going.
Celebrities die. Humans die.
Daft Punk keep on funking. Kraftwerk keep on werking. Because they’re not like people to us. Hidden behind those facades, they’re collective ideas. Feelings, emotions, songs, music… They let their art speak for themselves.
So if Kraftwerk’s name and identity can be felt in their legacy, then they will continue to live on. In our minds and in our hearts.

Robots don’t die.
Great art doesn’t die.
Great legacies don’t die.


THE END

Dedicated to the late Florian Schneider (1947-2020), as well as Ralf Hutter, Karl Bartos and Wolfgang Flur.
Love your werk!

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Finished in September of 2019

Kraftwerk
By Zac Langridge


We come dressed in suits and ties
All red and black
We appreciate its uniformity, its simplicity
Yet we don’t show it

We’re the bridge between flesh and metal
A fusion of blood and wire
We’re the bridge between present and future
Fortune tellers glimpsing into your destiny

We see straight lines, we hear minimalism
We smell radiation, we taste champagne
We talk to machines, we communicate through airwaves
We embrace the warm coldness of your lives

We don’t talk, don’t elaborate
We’re punctual and straight forward
No interaction
We appear, deliver our messages, and then vanish

Once we were man, now we’re machine
When once we talked, now we say ‘Nein’
Once we were four, now we’re one
Once we were identities, now we’re an idea

We are the robots, tuning into the melody
She’s a model, who we call up from time to time
Neon lights shimmering in rendezvous of computer love
The Tour de France and the Autobahn

We are Kraftwerk

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Finished in June of 2019


Plastic Planet
By Zac Langridge


All these days I look around. All throughout these days I turn my head and look. And I see a planet of plastic. Just waiting to be broken up.
I see a world where no-one owns up to their mistakes. Where the truth is falsified or warped to place certain individuals over others. Where failure is discouraged, because my God, if you dare fail one exam, your life is unalterably ruined before it even really began.
A world where adults ignore the failings of their generation and blaze the blame on their offspawn. A world where they retreat into the safe, bittersweet world of nostalgia and long for a world that they themselves destroyed.

I see a world where the youth are a bunch of moronic idiots. A bunch of narcissistic snowflakes who can’t believe that differing opinions exist, and that a simple joke or statement is a personal attack.
A world where people deny that the oceans are rising and that a section of the Pacific larger than California, is filled to the brim with rubbish. Where buying the newest iPhone is more important than placing waste in a recycling bin.
A world where two leaders threaten to kill millions over Twitter. Where violence reigns supreme, and an overwhelming level of pessimism and bleak outlooks on the future crushes the hopes of the youth.

I see a world where entertainment is influenced purely by money and trends. Where obesity and depression are on the rise. Where teenage suicide plagues social issues, and yet no-one really cares or tries to make a difference.
I see a planet of plastic. Of lies and distrust. Of blame and manipulation. Of destruction and suffering. And all of it, just waiting to be broken up.
To be blown away.


THE END

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Finished in October 2019


Dust Clouds and Debris - The Tragic Legacy of Minoru Yamasaki 
By Zac Langridge 

Remnants of a legacy; the tridents of the Twin Towers.

When an architect goes forward to design and construct a building, it’s safe to assume that they’d like their legacy to live on through such buildings. I’m no architect myself, but if I was, I’d love my creations to remain on the face of the earth for centuries. I’d love my buildings to make an imprint on people’s lives, garner wide praise, and be known for nothing but what they were: pieces of architecture. 
It’s safe to say that Minoru Yamasaki would’ve liked this as well. 

Tragically, his legacy was warped into something quite different.

An American architect of Japanese descent, Minoru Yamasaki is famous for his buildings being destroyed. His Pruitt-Igoe housing project in St. Louis was demolished less than twenty years after its initial construction, and his famous World Trade Center in New York was the target of the largest terrorist attack in history.
When one thinks of Minoru Yamasaki - or at least his buildings - it all ends at a horribly bleak dead-end. Imagery of crumbling concrete, twisted steel and huge billowing clouds of dust will probably be flashing across people’s minds. Collapsing high-rises and piles of shattered debris are the themes that tend to interlink the two most famous projects of his career. Accompanying both project’s demises, like a blood-red cherry on top, is the cost of innocent human lives - something that the architect clearly didn’t intend or anticipate. It’s sad.

One of the most intriguing things about this man, is how he’s one of the most overlooked architects of modern times. Many people know his buildings, but they don’t know about the man behind them, or don’t care. For many bystanders, the Twin Towers appear to have never had an architect; they were just constructed by nameless, faceless individuals with tools and plans conjured up out of nowhere, just like how regular buildings appear to be built. But Pruitt-Igoe and (especially) the Trade Center were never just regular buildings, so it intrigues me as to why so many people haven’t heard of the man who created them.
And many of those who had heard of Yamasaki, apparently never really understood him or his work from the get-go. Although he was one of the most famous Asian architects of his time, the community of which he was a part of appeared to consider him somewhat of an outsider, and the critics generally showed a level of disdain towards his persona, his buildings, and the styles of architecture which he ingrained in his works (‘modernism’ and ‘new formalism’). Despite having garnered acclaim and admiration during the earlier decades of his career, his success was followed by a slow decline which eventually culminated in the 9/11 terrorist attacks, cementing Yamasaki’s place in history as an “architect of disaster”. These days, if anyone does decide to flit briefly over his history, the destruction of his two most infamous works would only further dirty the perception that a regular (uninformed) person would have of him. “So the Twin Towers weren’t the only well-known buildings of his to be destroyed? Hmph. He must’ve been terrible at his job!”

Here, I’m going to shed some light on the injustices of Minoru Yamasaki’s history and legacy, recounting both the construction and destruction of his two most high-profile works. Hopefully from this, I will be able to walk readers out of the dust clouds unscathed, and help them understand the man behind two of the most catastrophic failures in building history.


Pruitt-Igoe (1954-1972)

Minoru Yamasaki (1st of December, 1913 - 6th of February, 1986).

Minoru Yamasaki was born in Seattle on the 1st of December, 1912. A second-generation immigrant from Japan, he was inspired by his uncle to become an architect, and enrolled at the University of Washington when he was sixteen. Once he’d graduated in 1934, he moved to New York and, after completing a master’s degree in architecture, he found work with multiple firms which had designed many famous buildings around the city. Most notably, the architectural firm of Steve, Lamb and Harmon, which had designed the tallest building in the world at the time - the Empire State Building. It seems as though in hindsight, that Yamasaki’s future was destined to revolve around tall, multi-storied buildings.
However, in reality, Yamasaki started off designing much smaller projects in 1949, following the creation of his own firm with colleagues Joseph Leinweber and George Hellmuth. The three would construct buildings locally, and the firm became successful enough that Yamasaki and his buildings began to draw attention. As a result of this, the next two decades would be one of success and praise for the architect. This largely stemmed from his ambitious designs which revolved around the popular architectural style of the time, modernism, and fusing it with touches of gothic flair, as well as incorporating styles from his ancestral country of Japan. The results were unique, sleek buildings that were minimalistic and often incorporated straight lines and symmetry. This would contribute to the birth of a new style known as ‘new formalism’, which Yamasaki became a practitioner of. While this success would lead to an award in 1956, and his face being featured on the cover of Time magazine in 1963, it all was kicked off in 1950, when the attention garnered by Yamasaki’s local constructions led to him being hired for assisting urban renewal development in St. Louis.

Yamasaki was, at nature, an architect of elegance, as seen here in a
model of his planned Oberlin Conservatory of Music.

With the vast population of white middle-class Americans moving out of the vast, cramped grids of the cities to the spacious, peaceful and desirable suburbs, the urban environment became run down and poorly maintained. With much of the remaining urban population being poorer, less privileged black citizens, the mayor of St. Louis, Joseph Darst made the decision to construct cheap high-rise housing in order to provide homes for such citizens, as well as to help draw people back to the city. Enter Pruitt-Igoe. Yamasaki’s major career kickstarter came when Darst hired him and his firm to helm the design and construction of the planned high-rise housing. It would be merely the first project in a massive grand plan to effectively replace the slum districts of the city with tower blocks.
The DeSotto Carr slum was leveled, and Yamasaki, incorporating his trademark modernist style into the designs, came up with a neighbourhood of thirty-three concrete apartment blocks. The buildings were clean-cut, symmetrical, and brutalist. Each had a single road leading past it’s front, plus car parks, perfectly manicured lawns and paths leading to front doors. Playgrounds were placed below the apartments for children to play. The complex contained 2,870 housing units containing space for over 15,000 residents. Still, It was effectively mass-produced as a haven for community; the modernist designs resulted in “rivers of green” to provide natural relief in the concrete surroundings, large and sunlit windows, and galleries giving access to the units which would allow residents to interact in vibrant, friendly environments. Although it was designed for both black and white residents, almost all of the complex was occupied by the former, many of whom moved from the slums (including the one demolished for the project - ironically not the only old neighbourhood which would be destroyed to accommodate a building of Yamasaki’s). The reception towards Pruitt-Igoe was overwhelmingly positive in its first years, especially from the residents, one of whom recalled that “the day I moved in was the most exciting of my life”. However the architectural and political community, as well as urban developers, too praised Yamasaki’s creation, believing it to be a clear solution for urban renewal and housing crisis in America. High-rises as substitute for houses was affordable and easy.

Shock of the new! - the ill-fated Pruitt-Igoe housing complex dominated
the surrounding slums it was supposed to replace.

There were, however, problems from the get-go. Yamasaki and his firm were largely restricted by the budget provided, and the dimensions of the site itself. They initially proposed a complex full of high, mid and low-rise buildings, but the St. Louis Housing Authority forced them to go through with the design that ended up becoming reality. Budgetary concerns were the motive for this. To push the budgetary concerns even further, the materials provided to the firm to construct the complex was often lacking, and of poor quality. The number of facilities needed to keep the place in adequate condition for residents, such as toilets and playgrounds, was cut down dramatically. Lifts only stopped at every third floor. And crucially, the complex was segregated after being initially split into two sectors (the black residents were intended to live in the Pruitt apartments, while white residents would reside in the Igoe buildings), leading to many fleeing and living elsewhere. Those who remained were poorer families with nowhere else to go.
It seemed Pruitt-Igoe had been set up to fail from the beginning of its construction. And fail it did. Spectacularly. The first major signs of trouble began when the occupancy rate in 1957 (91%) began to decline in the following years. I’d assume this was due to the poor living conditions inside caused by the flimsy materials the complex was composed of. The towers’ maintenance would be “supported by the tenants rents”, but due to many of the residents being so poor, there was little funding to keep the place in pristine condition. The thirty-three apartments would often fall into disrepair, driving many occupants out and ballooning vacancy rates rapidly. As a result, less money was available to repair the buildings, which led them to fall into further disrepair, which in turn drove out more residents, which resulted in less money to fund repairs, which led to the buildings becoming further derelict, and so on…. The cycle would continue until it destroyed the project from the inside out. The buildings started to decay and rot; their lifts became tattered, lights stopped working, windows were smashed, graffiti started to appear, etc. The apartments’ plumbing and heating pipes often burst, and in one winter, spurting water from said-pipes froze entirely, forming spears of ice that hung from window ledges. Residents lived in cold and discomfort, and as their numbers became sparse, crime started to take its place. The hollowed out spaces in the apartments became areas for criminals and gangs (some of whom didn’t even live in the complex) to thrive. Residents lived in fear of being mugged, raped, or even killed. Innocent lives were lost. Many citizens of surrounding St. Louis refused to go near the complex, and wouldn’t even approach the roads that entered the hostile, decaying environment. What had started off as a utopia for those living in the slums, and a new solution for St. Louis’ declining inner-city population, had deteriorated into a hell on Earth, and was (in the words of Dr. Lee Rainwater) “an embarrassment to all concerned”.

Yamasaki's housing project became a prime example of urban decay at its
ugliest.

I personally believe that the failure of the Pruitt-Igoe experiment was hardly the fault of its architect. Minoru Yamasaki had been given limited resources to construct the facilities, and had been given many restrictions by the St. Louis Housing Authority in order to cut costs. The local government had believed that constructing high-rises to house mass-populations would be a simple solution to draw Americans back to the cities, but hadn’t addressed the issues driven by racial inequalities, and the resulting lack of funding and maintenance that plagued the project from the get-go. The economy, industries and population of St. Louis had all been in decline during the ‘50s, and Pruitt-Igoe was designed to halt that decline. It didn’t work, and the reasons for that can hardly be blamed on Yamasaki. All the same, Pruitt-Igoe had become a disaster, and something had to give. After almost two decades of decay, the occupancy rate had shrunk to only six-hundred residents in 1971. Finally, in the following year, the Housing Authority and local government made the decision to reduce the size of the complex. Half a building was demolished with high-explosives on the 16th of March, 1972, and on the 21st of April, a second building was demolished. This second controlled demolition was photographed and recorded by the media, photographers and filmmakers, and was broadcast across the country. The soon-to-be-famous footage shows the foundations of the structure being blasted out from underneath it, and the eleven-story concrete building sags into a rising cloud of its own dust, its fragmentation hidden almost entirely from view.
The eerie images appeared to send ripples of discussion across the world, and became a symbol for what would be proclaimed as the “death of modernism”. The ideals and purposes of modernist architecture was to draw the line on “form follows function”. Modernist structures weren’t supposed to look nice or call attention to themselves, but were supposed to serve the occupants with a purpose that would border on almost cold, authoritarian precision. Modernists built “machines for the living”, according to architect Le Corbusier, and such machines wouldn’t indulge in such pleasures as privacy or large, unnecessary amounts of personal space or flair. However, by the time the 1970s rolled around, the indistinguishable tower-blocks aligned neatly in rows without any clear individuality appeared stifling and intimidating. The endless rows of windows, unrelenting concrete walls, and identical living units stacked atop one another now seemed harsh, controlling and alien - a symbol of communism. The modernist movement, which had been acclaimed decades before, was now the victim of ruthless attacks and malicious panning from architectural critics. Oscar Newman stated in his work Defensible Space: “Because all the grounds (of Pruitt-Igoe) were common and disassociated from the units, residents could not identify with them (….) Corridors shared by 20 families, and lobbies, elevators, and stairs shared by 150 families were a disaster—they evoked no feelings of identity or control. Such anonymous public spaces made it impossible for even neighboring residents to develop an accord about acceptable behavior in these areas. It was impossible to feel or exert proprietary feelings, impossible to tell resident from intruder.” 

The much-photographed destruction of Yamasaki's high-rise complex on
the 21st of April, 1972. Eerily, it wouldn't be the last of his
work to suffer such a fate.

The result of this was a wave of scathing attention towards Pruitt-Igoe, and in extension, Minoru Yamasaki. It appeared to many as though the failure of the housing project had everything to do with its design, and the apparent psychological behaviours it encouraged. Of course, it wasn’t until many years later when academic Katherine Bristol, and a documentary called The Pruitt-Igoe Myth both tried to dissect the real causes behind the decay of the ill-fated project; that being the poor planning of such urban renewal, and the cost-cutting restrictions that only doomed it from day one. However at the time, the blame was all on Yamasaki and his apparently flawed designs for the utopia of the future. The failure and “death of modernism” was slathered all over his once prestigious reputation, and the remaining apartments of Pruitt-Igoe were torn down. For decades the area in which they once stood was untouched, becoming an overgrown block of forested land which concealed the cracked roads, dead street-lights, and piles of crushed concrete which were all that remained of Yamasaki’s modernist neighbourhood. It’s now apparently being redeveloped.
The rise, decline, and eventual destruction of his work apparently took a toll on Yamasaki. He’d basically became the poster-man for Pruitt-Igoe’s disastrous failure, and even started to believe that he was to blame. In his multiple reflections, he appeared to take responsibility for its decay. In a speech at the New York Architectural League, he stated that he “lost sight of the total purpose, that of building a community (....) We have designed a housing project, not a community, which is tragically insensitive to the humanist aspects of security and serenity and have multiplied tragedy because of the great number of buildings and extent of site.” Several years of his life had been dedicated to Pruitt-Igoe and the urban renewal of St. Louis, and it had been his calling-card to architectural fame. Seeing it destroyed in such a tragic fashion must’ve been heartbreaking for him. “I am perfectly willing to admit that of the buildings we have been involved with over the years, I hate this one the most.” Even so, he still acknowledged that “if I had no economic or social limitations, I’d solve all my problems with one-story buildings”, and made it clear that the flawed final design wasn’t his original intent, but one forced upon him by compromises from higher up. His final word on Pruitt-Igoe: “I never thought people were that destructive (....) I suppose we should have quit the job. It’s a job I wish I hadn’t done.”


World Trade Center (1973-2001)

The planning of an icon; Yamasaki observes the impact
of the WTC on a model of New York.

Around the time Pruitt-Igoe was being vandalized and defaced, Yamasaki was hired for another project that would cement his name in architectural history.
The idea of an international world trade and finance center in New York City, initially shelved for a least a decade, was brought up by real-estate developer David Rockerfeller in 1959. Similarly to what Pruitt-Igoe was supposed to be for St. Louis, this new complex would be just part of a one billion dollar redevelopment plan for the southern tip of Manhattan. As much of the new urban activities of the time continued to flourish further north in Midtown Manhattan, where such iconic skyscrapers as the Flatiron, Chrysler and Empire State were located, the Financial District at the southern tip of the island was becoming old, dirty and somewhat run-down. Rockerfeller planned to revitalize Lower Manhattan, starting with the World Trade Center, which was at the time planned as a massive futuristic mart or shopping mall-type building.
By this point, Minoru Yamasaki had propelled his career to ever greater heights. Marching on from the completion of the ill-fated St. Louis housing project, he gained increasing fame and success with his terminals at the St. Louis and New York City airports, and was then chosen to design the US Consulate in Kobe, Japan. He was invited to build an airport in Saudi Arabia, and by the early ‘60s, he’d started designing a number of high-rise buildings. Much of his architecture was praised for being sleek and modernist, while simultaneously incorporating traditional flourishes from architectural styles around the world. A famous example of this would be the Pacific Science Center he designed in Seattle; the building surrounds a plaza accompanied by reflecting pools (reminiscent of Japanese gardens) and accompanied by towering white arches (a Gothic motif that Yamasaki would utilize throughout his career). It was clear that he was becoming one of America’s most trendy architects, with his unique and innovative style that tried to humanize even the most sleek and alien of structures.

1963's trendiest contemporary architect.

In 1962, he was hired by Rockerfeller and the Port Authority of New York, to construct the World Trade Center. Over the next few years, he and his colleagues, plus the Port Authority and much of New York’s local government, would go through multiple designs and ideas in order to figure out the layout, scale and aesthetics of the enormous complex. Located on the western side of the island and near the Hudson River, the planned site would occupy sixteen acres. As a result of this, the architect would eventually settle on a two-towered (or “twin-towered”) design, accompanied by a vast plaza on ground-level - a place for the citizens to socialize and interact with the surrounding city environment, before entering office workspace. Once again staying true to his ideals of humanizing artificial environments, he apparently drew inspiration from the Piazza San Marco plaza in Venice for this, making areas for trees to be planted and sculptures to liven up the courtyard. His two towers, he proclaimed, would be 80 stories tall.
The Port Authority approved the design, but mandated Yamasaki to make a key change. The towers would have to be taller. Due to the incredible demands of the Trade Center (it was required that the complex have 10,000,000 square feet of office space) and the increasing ambition of the United States at the time, it was demanded that the twin skyscrapers’ height be upped to 110 stories each. That would make them the tallest buildings in the world. Yamasaki was initially concerned about this, as the amount of elevator shafts and stairwells needed to occupy a 110 story high-rise would completely fill up the interior of the tower, making offices cramped and undesirable. In order to overcome this obstacle, the designers would need to become innovative in order to engineer an economic elevator system for the two buildings. The budget ballooned, and the World Trade Center project was full steam ahead.

The North and South Towers rise, shockingly futuristic against
the stone of late 19th century architecture.

However, not everyone was enthusiastic about the arrival of the new complex. The planned sixteen acres where the complex would sit, was occupied by a small neighbourhood known as Radio Row. This area was home to New York’s electronics industry, and was occupied by many businesses and around a hundred-or-so tenants whose livelihoods depended upon the workspaces there. Understandably, they were heavily opposed to the World Trade Center project, which required not just their eviction, but the demolition of their entire neighbourhood in order to make space for the massive buildings planned. Locals were vocal about their displeasure, staging protests and even seeking legal action. Urban planners and other architects heavily criticized the planned project too. Many saw the Twin Towers as an example of the Port Authority merely trying to “enrich itself at the expense of the entire city”. Lawyer Theodore Keel’s words on the matter: “A striking example of socialism at its worst”. However the complaints and lawsuits were tossed aside, and the residents were uprooted from their homes. Then arrived the men and machinery, and by the might of the wrecking ball, Radio Row’s 164 old buildings and streets vanished from the face of New York. The void where the charming little village used to be, would be entirely filled by an immense complex of five huge buildings, including Yamasaki’s two Trade Towers. Construction on 1 WTC (the North Tower) began in August of 1968, while work on 2 WTC (the South Tower) began in January of the following year.
Preceding and during this construction, Yamasaki and his colleagues addressed the issues with the elevator system, as well as the speed in which the towers would be built. Rather than treat each tower like a singular tall building, Yamasaki designed the structures as if they were each composed of three forty story buildings stacked on top of another. At the intervals between these three buildings would be “sky lobbies”, places where occupants could leave a main (“express”) lift and take another secondary lift to a higher floor if need be, therefore eliminating the need for dozens of extra lifts needed to service the flood of thousands of tenants entering and exiting the building. Another innovative design would speed up the construction of the towers: the creation of the “tube structure”. Past skyscrapers had been built out of massive steel frames, enormous interlocking grids of metal beams that stretch thousands of feet into the air. The construction of such a structure is long and expensive, and to save time and money, Yamasaki and fellow engineer Leslie Robertson came up with the “tube” design. Instead of interlinking the support columns throughout the building, they would be aligned along the perimeter walls in a tight mesh, like a square mosquito net of steel that surrounded the building’s core. The steel exterior beams would be assembled into prefabricated sections, delivered to the site, hoisted up by cranes, and ultimately riveted into place. These wouldn’t be the only innovative engineering feats achieved during the construction of the Trade Center (see the famous “Bathtub”), but they’re certainly two that Yamasaki contributed heavily to.

"Scaled to man" was how Yamasaki felt architecture should be, yet
many saw his World Trade Center as contradictory to his
own self-proclaimed ideals.

Throughout the design and construction of the World Trade Center, Minoru Yamasaki would try his best to humanize and harmonize the brutality of the vast complex. It was very clear that the Twin Towers would be enormous, constantly dominating the Lower Manhattan skyline and overwhelming much of the surrounding neighbourhoods and streets. Once again, the architect would be applying his style of new formalism to the towers - clean lines and symmetry, with little unnecessary flourishes - however even so, he still made attempts to bring his own personality to the towers. At the base of the buildings, the perimeter columns traveling down the sides would split apart into three, forming arches or ‘tridents’ - a touch of his trademark Gothic inspirations. Steel trees sprouting from the plaza and climbing 110 stories into the sky. Also to reflect his own ironic fear of heights, Yamasaki designed the windows of the towers to be about the width of a person’s shoulders, leaving small slits of glass bordered by two thick columns of steel. As a result, the Twin Towers appeared to be entirely windowless from a distance, and inside the occupants would feel safe and secure. Vertigo wouldn’t be a problem. Once again, these small touches appeared to be gifting the buildings to the humans that would use them. Unlike the case of Pruitt-Igoe, Yamasaki was here allowed to grant the occupants of his buildings the humane touches he felt it needed. In 1962, he stated: “Architecture must be dignified and elegant. It must be humanly scaled to man so that it belongs to him, so that he has pride in it, so that he loves it, so that he wishes to touch it.” It seems like an ironic statement, considering that this was coming from an architect used to designing small-to-medium sized projects for humanitarian purposes, and yet here were two 110 story skyscrapers that completely dwarfed everything around them. Despite his humanist touches, Yamasaki’s towers were certainly not “scaled to man”, and instead loomed imposingly over the streets of New York, blocking out natural sunlight and creating strong wind vortexes that would cause no end of trouble for locals. Almost a decade following his previous statement, the World Trade Center’s Twin Towers were completed. The North Tower was completed in 1970, and the South Tower in the following year. Five more smaller buildings would eventually follow suit, however they wouldn’t be designed or built by Yamasaki.
By this time however, Pruitt-Igoe had fallen, and Yamasaki’s public perception had taken a tremendous downfall. Along with his humiliation, the ideals of modernism and new formalism had been completely shamed by the architectural community, and the design of the World Trade Center (which had been lauded by critics in the early-to-mid ‘60s) was now viewed with an almost highbrow disdain or mockery. Much of the dislike towards the project was unavoidable from the start. Many New Yorkers were still seething at the destruction of Radio Row, which had not only evicted tenants and wiped out historic buildings, but also completely altered the grid-like traffic flow of Lower Manhattan. The massive complex had wiped out several streets along with the buildings, creating a vast superblock - a concrete and steel jungle - that was hated by critics and locals alike. Lewis Mumford famously deemed it an “example of the purposeless giantism and technological exhibitionism that are now eviscerating the living tissue of every great city.” As if to add insult to injury, much of New York’s existing office spaces were actually largely vacant, and many didn’t see the point of creating literally acres of new offices when so many were already available throughout the city. Some would declare this a “mistaken social priority” on the part of the Port Authority. However Yamasaki’s designs also became a focal point of the hatred towards the complex. The obvious contradictions between his humanist ideology and the sheer enormity of the Trade Center was easily singled out as a point of criticism. Ada Huxtable, an apologist of the towers, admitted that “in spite of their size, the towers emphasize an almost miniature module —feet 4 inches—and the close grid of their decorative facades has a delicacy that its architect, Minoru Yamasaki, chose deliberately.” Some critics compared the towers’ designs to “glass and metal filing cabinets”, while others made infamous remarks about how they resembled “the boxes that the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building came in”. Others were less creative, and simply panned the buildings without any sugar-coating spared. In the words of Wolf Eckardt: “These incredible giants just stand there, artless and dumb, without any relationship to anything, not even to each other.” But even though both the Twin Towers had eclipsed the Empire State as the tallest buildings in the world, they only held the title for a year; the completion of the Sears Tower in Chicago stole it away in 1973. And even as far as tall buildings went, the view from inside was remarkably disappointing. Huxtable remarked that the slit windows were “so narrow, that one of the miraculous benefits of the tall building, the panoramic view out, is destroyed. No amount of head‐dodging from column to column can put that fragmented view together. It is pure visual frustration.”

The once-derided, now sorely-missed "filing cabinets" of
New York City.

The World Trade Center has been re-evaluated over the years, especially since the 9/11 terrorist attacks, and is beloved and admired by many (myself included). But back in the early ‘70s, it’s safe to say that it failed miserably to win over the hearts of architectural critics and New Yorkers alike. The complex represented an overly ambitious Port Authority, that had not only destroyed a beloved neighbourhood, but had fallen spectacularly out of touch with the times of architecture and economic needs. Both of the towers would remain largely empty during their first years, leading both the Port Authority and State of New York to fill up much of the unoccupied floors with their own offices. It was surely an embarrassment for them. Adding to that, the Twin Towers were seen by many as an eyesore. Awkwardly jutting out of the middle of the worn-down financial district of Manhattan, the two skyscrapers’ severe grey facades and clean-cut lines appeared totally out of place when surrounded by the aged, art-deco stone buildings of the previous decades. The futuristic ambition of the ‘60s had become apparent by the early ‘70s, and had aged badly. The buildings remained either unloved or dismissed by many locals, but around the world however, the twin structures became icons of New York alongside the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building and the Brooklyn Bridge. As well as that, they became instantly recognizable symbols of America’s economic prosperity and engineering marvels. The observation deck atop the roof of the South Tower became a go-to spot for tourists and visitors alike, and the “Windows on the World” restaurant in the North Tower provided diners with food, wine, and a stunning view. Eventually the World Trade Center did gather more tenants, which helped encourage the anticipated renewal and modernization of Lower Manhattan. Battery Park City was constructed just across the street from the complex, built on a landfill of earth that had been excavated during the construction of the Trade Center. This and the construction of the World Financial Center in the ‘80s helped absorb the initial impact of the Twin Towers on the skyline, softening their much criticized brutality. A terrorist attack by Islamic extremists occured in 1993, killing six, but failed to destroy the complex. Following this, New Yorkers appeared to finally accept Minoru Yamasaki’s World Trade Center as a part of their city.


9/11, Reflection, and Conclusion

Calm before the storm; September 10th, 2001.

The immense tube structure of the World Trade Center managed to absorb the impact of the terrorist bombing on February the 26th, 1993. But on September the 11th, 2001, Islamic extremists finally found a way to penetrate the towers’ steel defenses. Skyscrapers had been hit by planes prior to 9/11. The Empire State Building had been struck by a bomber on a foggy day in 1945. Yamasaki and his team had designed the buildings to withstand “multiple impacts from jet-liners” according to project manager Frank DeMartini, but they couldn’t have foreseen the events that would take place on that day. No high-rise had ever before experienced a precise, deliberate assault by a modern jumbo-jet at top speed. Neither had any high-rise before experienced a fire created by almost ten-thousand gallons of ignited jet fuel. To make matters even worse, the hollow “tube” design of the towers “allowed the jet fuel to penetrate far inside the towers”, reaching the crucial inner core columns and setting office contents near the perimeters of the structures alight. If traditional steel frames had been used, the planes and fires may not have damaged the buildings as severely, and most of the debris and jet fuel would have remained in more contained spots. This didn’t happen. The North Tower was struck by Flight 11 at 8:46 AM, and withstood the damage and fire for one-hundred-and-two minutes. Flight 175 impacted the South Tower at 9:03 AM, which lasted for only fifty-six minutes in comparison.

2,606 people died in New York overall, including those inside the hijacked airliners, although it’s generally unknown just how many died inside the towers compared to those who died around or underneath them on the day. Due to the attack being completely unprecedented, the North Tower had the most recorded casualties, considering it was the first target. 1,402 people died in the building, most of them above the point of impact where the stairwells had been taken out, and fire and smoke (especially the latter) began to climb up towards them. An estimated 200 people either jumped or fell to their deaths. Others below the impact point were trapped in their offices by fallen debris or jammed doors that had been knocked out of place by Flight 11’s impact. Some others who weren’t trapped still wouldn’t make it out alive, as many elderly, obsese, or citizens with health conditions would struggle to descend the stairwells. The level of casualties in the South Tower was far lower, with 614 people reported to have been killed around or in the building. This can be attributed to the fact that many in their offices could see what had happened to the neighboring tower, and had already decided to evacuate by the time Flight 175 had arrived to strike the building. Most of the casualties were at the point of impact, as tragically the Port Authority had advised the tenants to stay at their desks until about 9:00 AM, when an evacuation was finally announced. The plane struck the building about three minutes later; directly at the point of impact was the 78th floor and its “sky lobby”, which was packed with around 200 people trying to access the lifts. Only fourteen to eighteen people managed to locate the single stairwell that had survived the impact, and were able to escape the tower before its demise. When the building collapsed, all its remaining occupants were killed. Despite it’s higher level of casualties however, sixteen people managed to miraculously survive the collapse of the North Tower.
However, to this day, 9/11 is still claiming lives. Even after the final aircraft crashed, and the final survivors were pulled from the rubble, a huge number of people started developing sicknesses and diseases in the years and decade that followed. Much of this was down to the immense cloud of materials released into the air by the collapse of the World Trade Towers, and the fires that continued to burn at Ground Zero for months after the day itself. According to Dr. Micheal Crane: “...It had all kinds of god-awful things in it. Burning jet fuel. Plastics, metal, fiberglass, asbestos. It was thick, terrible stuff. A witch’s brew.” Among much of the composition of the cloud, was the cancer-causing material known as asbestos, which was apparently rife throughout the Twin Towers. Around the late ‘60s, when the towers were built, asbestos was added to fireproofing in various buildings, in order to insulate the steel beams and protect the materials. It was banned in the mid ‘80s, but by then, the floor trusses of Yamasaki’s towers had been sprayed with asbestos at least up to their 64th floors. As a result, the absence of this material at the impact zones left the steel girders exposed to the aviation fueled fires, and when the buildings did eventually collapse from top to bottom as a result, it was the aforementioned presence of this material lower down in the buildings, that helped contribute to the endless stream of innocent people developing diseases and illnesses. The dust that coated New York was inhaled by uncountable numbers of citizens. Among these included the rescue workers who worked tirelessly to clear debris, extinguish fires and search for survivors buried underneath the wreckage. 10,000 New Yorkers who’ve been diagnosed with cancer, have apparently had it linked to 9/11. By September 2018, it was reported that 9,375 members of the World Trade Center Health Association were suffering from cancers of some type. 420 members had already died before this statistic was made public. It’s uncertain whether Minoru Yamasaki had any say in what went into the fireproofing in the Trade Center, as it was common practice in those times to use it in building construction. Even so, previous high-rise buildings had their beams insulated with concrete, a reportedly far more expensive solution. Maybe the Port Authority of New York mandated Yamasaki to go for the cheaper option this time around too, just like the St. Louis Housing Authority did with Pruitt-Igoe. Maybe the architect gave the green light to spray the steel with asbestos himself. Or maybe it was entirely out of his control. Either way, the composition of his buildings is having a lasting and catastrophic effect on New Yorkers over a decade after the towers fell.

Dust clouds engulf Lower Manhattan following the collapse of the
North Tower.

Yamasaki himself never had to endure the terrorist attack of 1993, nor the final attack in 2001 which brought the towers down. Despite the construction of the World Trade Center being a monumental task that should’ve hailed him as a visionary and legend within the architectural community, Yamasaki ended up falling out of the limelight. Being known as the man who both “killed modern architecture” and “ruined the New York skyline” ended up tarnishing his reputation and legacy for a while. He apparently became very “self-critical”, and the remainder of his projects were no longer acclaimed or publicized. The majority of his constructions after the Trade Center, were of smaller high-rises in various cities around the US. Much of these buildings’ designs were “less experimental, less challenging, and often less visually interesting”. Some of his trademarks were still present, but many of these buildings were unremarkable rectangles, lacking much of the historical communal flourishes that he was once known for - perhaps a result of the criticisms he’d been previously receiving. It seemed as though his flair for buildings that served the occupants had been stifled by the pain of Pruitt-Igoe, and snuffed out by the enormity of the World Trade Center. His painful reflection on the former: “In spite of my vision for how architecture could genuinely improve the lives of people it seems that certain real social and economic conditions make this impossible.” And as if in a cruel irony, his words on the meaning behind the Twin Towers: “World trade means world peace, and consequently the World Trade Center is a living symbol of man's dedication to world peace (....) a representation of man's belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and through cooperation, his ability to find greatness.”
After reportedly years of physical ills and “increasingly heavy drinking”, Minoru Yamasaki died of stomach cancer in 1986.

Yamasaki died with regret for Pruitt-Igoe, becoming heavily critical of his work,
which was largely scorned by the architectural community. His legacy
would only be truly examined and honored years later.

It’s safe to say that Yamasaki’s legacy was tainted by the September 11th attacks, irreversibly so to some degree. Although the aircraft hitting the towers in such a precise manner (and with such a malicious intent behind their controls) was something certainly out of his hindsight, the catastrophic failure of the buildings that resulted in hundreds-to-thousands of deaths, not to mention the everlasting health impacts on New Yorkers even today, is something that many onlookers could (and probably do) partly hold him responsible for. The failure of Pruitt-Igoe doesn’t help in the slightest. The negative attention that Yamasaki attracted in the past decades paints a sad picture of an architect who simply designed his buildings along the ideals he encompassed, but it only led to chaos and catastrophe, even after his death. However when doing further research, particularly into that of Pruitt-Igoe, it becomes apparent that Yamasaki was in many ways a scapegoat for the failures of others around and above him. As mentioned before, the St. Louis Housing Authority made many restrictions to his plans for the project, and his original ideas were scrapped to cut costs. In doing so, the government and housing authorities failed to comprehend the requirements of an apartment complex, as well as overlook the needs of its residents. Yamasaki also never intended the World Trade Center towers to be on the overwhelming, unfathomable scale that they were; it was the Port Authority among others who lobbied for the towers’ height to be increased from 80 stories to 110.
But even when you put the overall destruction of his work aside, the overall reception that much of his work received was initially poor, and to this day there is a barrier of misinformation and false beliefs that still has to be knocked down to understand Yamasaki and his new-formalist designs. While he initially received glowing praise for his earlier projects (including Pruitt-Igoe), much of his later work was snubbed or maligned entirely by critics and locals. The blame that Yamasaki received for Pruitt-Igoe, and how he became the poster-boy for the failure of the modernist movement, certainly left an unremovable stain on his tapestry of work. Around the time that it fell, many documentaries and reports were made upon Pruitt-Igoe and the “death” of the modernist dream, the end of the utopia that architects such as Yamasaki had been striving for. Oscar Newman’s “Defensible Space” was broadcast in 1974; it’s a fascinating glimpse into the beliefs of the time, and the narrative that urban planners and architectural critics were trying to paint about modernist buildings, and the apparent psychological effects they could have on the occupants inside. Interestingly the documentary falsely claims that Pruitt-Igoe’s final design was “prize-winning”, and Newman himself states the Yamasaki “got every single award….” This isn’t true. Neither Pruitt-Igoe, nor its architect received any awards, yet Newman and others continuously cite it as a sheer sign of the failure of modernism, a naïve architectural ideal that was built for function and purpose, without considering the humanitarian elements of security and homeliness. Newman claimed in his documentary that architects like Yamasaki were “not concerned with the needs of people (....) They answer their own needs. They’re more concerned with the design of projects and buildings with producing something that’s going to win them a design award ...” This narrative that was pushed discarded all external or behind-the-scenes factors, and instead encouraged “less knowledgeable or attentive readers to naively attribute the project’s lack of success solely to Yamasaki’s design.” Only until recently has this narrative been challenged, and it’s safe to assume that those who do know about what really caused Pruitt-Igoe to fail, are few and far between as far as the general public goes.

Death of a dream; Pruitt-Igoe was declared to be the end of
Modernism.

I feel it’s genuinely tragic that such a prominent architect with good intentions, ended up declining so spectacularly in both the public eye and architectural community. It’s brutally unfair that his two most publicized and famous works were both destroyed, taking human lives with them in various ways, but the misinformation and hostility that surrounded him and his buildings even before 9/11 was mostly very misguided. Many people believe that the World Trade Center was misunderstood when it was first built, and that it did indeed have a subtle beauty in its design (something which I agree with wholeheartedly). However I feel it’s safe to say that Yamasaki and his philosophy towards architecture as a whole was also misinterpreted due to external factors, or even misunderstood entirely. Many panned his work as “dainty” or “prissy”, but it was these designs that gave his work a unique personality and voice, especially in the buildings he designed that weren’t high-rises. As times and tastes changed, Yamasaki stuck with his new-formalist style, which alienated observers and made his work appear “frivolous, naïve, and disconnected.” Although his work became less humanist and more functionalist, his uses of slitted windows and gothic arches became common traits of his buildings. His focus on apparently delicate structures ironically gave both his biggest high-rises a sense of security and impenetrable might, and his smallest low-rise structures a sleek (yet welcoming) appearance ripped straight from a pulp sci-fi magazine. Architectural critic Ada Huxtable advised Yamasaki that “the most beautiful skyscrapers are not only big, they are bold ...” However Yamasaki did not believe in this; his formalist and modernist ideals revolved around function and purpose. He believed that architectural designs should arise out of a “valid structural reason, rather than from an impulsive, emotional reason.” Due to this philosophy of his, the Twin Towers may have stuck out of the Manhattan skyline like a sore thumb in the early ‘70s, but the imagery of the two immense skyscrapers standing side by side gave the impression that they were two behemoths created by a god rather than people. Speaking as somebody who was born after they were destroyed, photos of the towers still give me an intense gut reaction, a feeling that they were unmovable as mountains, fixed to the bedrock with unshakeable might. Off the scale. Too large and too strong to have been placed there by the feeble hands of humans. Yamasaki’s designs helped create two skyscrapers that, even to this day, look as though they would survive dozens of plane crashes.

There and gone; the Twin Towers fade into low cloud, their lights casting
ghostly apparitions in the mist.

Minoru Yamasaki may be largely unknown in the public eye, outside of his ill-fated buildings, however the architectural communities that originally scorned his work and viewed him as an outsider, are starting to evaluate and reassess his buildings with the passage of time and knowledge as guidance. Although it’s pretty wrenching to see what became of his work, and how it tainted his legacy as a whole, I hope that someday in the future, people will be more aware of the injustices that he suffered before 9/11 even occurred and can sympathize with what he was going for. Of course, I’ve seen no real recent disrespect or blame placed on Yamasaki for the failings of Pruitt-Igoe, modernism, or the World Trade Center. However, if more are aware of the story of this man and his work, then maybe when his name is mentioned, the imagery of billowing dust clouds and piles of shattered concrete and steel, will be replaced by a vision of a utopia instead. A utopia full of gleaming silver office towers, archways of fiberglass and marble, and “rivers of green” between apartments (both low-rise and high) full of children playing and adults walking dogs or pushing prams. That, I feel, should be his legacy.


THE END

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Finished in September 2019


What I Wish For 
Zac Langridge 


What do I wish for as a present? 

Do I wish for something expensive? 
Do I wish for something that’s elegant and elaborate? 
So that my relations have to build up every little penny 
In order to buy it specially for me 

Do I wish for something humble? 
An affair so insignificant that it may as well not exist 
So that I can add another brick to my facade 
And build up more of that false pretense of groundedness 

Do I wish for something expected? 
Something safe and predictable? 
So that everyone knows what to expect 
And stay with their unchanging view of my persona 

Do I wish for something innocent? 
Something that will attract the attention of a child 
Widen their eyes and paint a smile on their dials 
And further the expectations of the ironically unsuspecting masses 

Or, do I wish for something mature? 
Something that will let everyone know that I’m a grown up 
And will only further distance them from the truth 
The truth that I’m a lost child in an ageing, hurting body 

No 
What I wish for, as a present…. 

Is a plant of nightshade 

A plant that is beautiful, and perfectly harmless 
Except for its berries 
Which can kill you in under a minute 
As the name suggests, the berries shade the night in their blue flesh 

I wish for a plant of nightshade 
To be placed by my bed when I feel angry or sad 
So that it’s there for me when I want it 

And it’s also there for others who deserve it 

Friday, August 28, 2020

A Review of Christopher Nolan’s Tenet (2020)
By Zac Langridge


Christopher Nolan is a master filmmaker, and has proven himself time and time again to be perhaps the most innovative, ambitious and accomplished director of the 21st century. I personally have a tremendous amount of respect for him and his work, and have consistently enjoyed everything that he has done in the past. Unfortunately, as reviews for his latest film Tenet seem to suggest, maybe not all halos last forever.
I want to get this out of the way, and admit that after everything that has gone down in this godforsaken year, I was eagerly awaiting Tenet. The trailers had promised everything you could want from a Nolan movie, and it looked to be a surefire hit. An ambitious action film set in an unpredictable, technologically driven world where all was up in the air? It seemed the perfect bout of escapism for a time period where everything has gone mad. It would be a breath of fresh air to go to a cinema with an ice-cream and forget about everything for a while.
It was also a highly original concept, a beacon in a whirlwind of Disney live action remakes and huge franchise reboots. The release date was consistently pushed back due to Covid19 restrictions, especially overseas, with Nolan insisting that his film (like all his others) was made to be seen on the big screen. I admire the filmmaker’s commitment to his art, refusing to compromise even as Warner Bros. ideally would’ve liked to have dropped it on a streaming service to acquire a nice and easy profit. But no! Tenet deserved to be seen in all it’s cinematic glory, in the dark, with the epic scale and sound to set the mood.

With all the pushbacks and trailers setting up my expectations, Tenet became more than just a movie for me. It transformed into an event; the first film I would see in cinemas since the Covid19 lockdown, and Christopher Nolan’s brand new cinematic masterpiece. So I’d be lying if I sat here and wrote that Tenet didn’t leave me somewhat disappointed.
In many ways, I was expecting to be perplexed, confounded, and even thrown off by the surely incomprehensible concepts and plotting of a film that was sure to be unlike any other made previously. Just like Inception (2010), this is a film that dabbles in the themes of time, and plays with the mathematical components of matter and the mind. I was promptly confused by the aforementioned film when I first saw it, but I was still entertained. Several more viewings have helped me wrap my head around the plot of Inception, and I no doubt have more to learn and discover much about that film through future viewings.
Perhaps the same thing will happen to me with Tenet. Perhaps it will take three viewings or more to fully understand just what in the hell was going on in that film, and perhaps everything will fall into place like the puzzles that Nolan has meticulously created with his films in the past.

That said, I do feel that there is something that Nolan’s more high-concept films, such as Inception and Interstellar (2014) have, that Tenet simply doesn’t.
This is a film that is far more interested in it’s concept than anything else. And that concept is something that I simply just can’t get my head around. The film starts off simply enough, with supposed explanations that will help the audience set their expectations for what’s to come, accomplished by a memorable scene of our protagonist (I cannot remember his name for the life of me) catching bullets with his gun. But yet again, like with other films that Nolan has made, he will often add new layers to the technicalities of how the concept works the further challenge the characters. These new pieces of information all contribute to a plot that is getting larger and larger, all delivered within intense action scenes that often take up most of our attention, and delivered by characters with exposition that’s as fast as it is full of technical jargon, ultimately flying over heads before we have any time to absorb it. While this all creates a movie that feels slick and smart, and keeps a fast pace so as to not bore the audience, it ultimately takes us on a ride that we do not fully understand. Mainstream audiences need more time to absorb information that is being thrown at us from multiple characters, otherwise a good chunk of the movie comes off as white noise. It doesn’t help that Nolan has clearly taken inspiration from the James Bond films, essentially creating a spy thriller with all the complexities and double-crosses that throw off lesser intellects such as myself, while peppering it with complex sci-fi concepts of “inverse time” that are more visually engaging than they are to understand.
So for many, Tenet is inaccessible in regards to its story and concept. But even if the plots of Interstellar and Inception managed to lose me at certain points, the characters and emotional elements managed to hold up the experiences. This is where Tenet truly falters. Making a high-concept film is totally fine, so long as it encourages me to keep going and not tune out, even if I can’t fully immerse myself in the world it sets up. This is obviously where characters and thematic elements come into play, helping to ground us in the moment where the plot doesn’t. Unfortunately, Nolan seems to have bet all his chips on the time-traveling aspect of the film, and has left his characters as generally hollow shells making their way through gun battles and highly volatile scenarios that should leave us feeling greatly concerned for their safety, yet we can’t feel a thing. With most of their dialogue dedicated to plot exposition and explanations of time concepts, it’s often hard to feel like these are human beings at all, but rather robots programmed to dance to the tune of the script and scenarios that are really all the movie is invested in. True these characters are supposed to be Secret Service agents, but even in their most personal moments, Nolan never allows us to dive into their personal lives and explore their true feelings about what they’ve got themselves into. The most I felt for any character was for the film’s female lead, played by Elizabeth Debicki, largely because she is the only one who has a relatable motivation (wanting to reconnect with her son), and faces a genuinely human challenge (dealing with an abusive husband). The scenes between her character and Kenneth Branagh are the film’s most compelling, because seeing her suffer at the hands of a controlling and violent man are very relevant to our society, where women are often treated like slaves at the hands of powerful millionaires. Everyone else on the other hand, all feel like puppets with no agency over themselves, all dancing to Nolan’s epic scale, high-concept plot that intrigues and baffles simultaneously, leading only to frustration and eventual boredom. 


This film has clearly been granted a world class production, with all it’s 200 million dollar budget (give or take) having clearly gone into something. But all that money and extreme attention to detail doesn’t really hold up for me in this case, especially when the crucial pillars of plot and characters that are supposed to support that up in the air, are too weak to keep it from crumbling. As said, Nolan has clearly taken inspiration from James Bond, having utilized a series of vast locations around the world to encompass his story. Ukraine, Italy and India are just a few countries featured. Accompanied by Robert Pattinson’s suitable British charisma and the added bonus of gun combat, one can certainly picture this as an alternate James Bond adventure for those obsessed with sci-fi concepts. In one scene, our protagonist is about to enjoy a dinner in a glorious temple-like dining hall atop a vast mountain overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, with the accompanying sinister bodyguards and fancifully dressed female lead being enough to convince any poor sod ignorantly wandering in without any context that they are in fact watching a Bond movie with a new coat of paint. While the cruelty of the villain towards his wife sets him up as one to be feared, we never get too much of an insight into his motivations besides a dramatic monologue near the end that was, unfortunately, obscured by Branagh’s fabricated accent and the film’s booming sound design (or was that simply my theater having dreadful speakers?).
Multiple moments of dialogue being suffocated by the surrounding sound certainly didn’t help my following of the story, and there was ultimately considerable lack of tension and danger that would help us fear the consequences of our protagonists failing. Though the film makes it very clear that the inverse timing technology is going to contribute to the equivalent of a World War 3, yet due to our lack of understanding of the characters and the world they inhabit, we never feel as though the apocalypse ever is truly just around the corner. The world of Tenet is presented through Hoyte van Hoytema’s cinematography as being enormous and expansive, yet we never feel much of a soul coming through, with little human connection established to install a sense of fear for the lives of our own Earth that could be lost due to the destructive potential of inverse time. For all the locations and beautiful vistas that Nolan presents to us, the danger never feels apparent, because that scenery itself is not threatened as it would be in, say, a nuclear war. In order to feel fear for the humans on Earth, a connection to those people would ideally be established, but as previously said, Nolan sadly never allows this, so the danger feels absent. Furthermore, we never really see the effects of inverse time on large groups of people - it’s mostly confined to bullets being fired in reverse, a highway chase, and a fight between two versions of our main character. Other than that, an awful lot of the concepts of inverse time and its consequences that are brought up, and were so promised to be explored in the trailers, are simply left unclear or up to the imagination.

It’s genuinely unfortunate that Tenet fails to engage both on a plotting level, and on a character based level because, as with any Christopher Nolan movie, there is absolutely high-class filmmaking here. The technical aspects of the film were shown to be impeccable in the trailers, and sets a high standard for any large-scale epic to be released in the coming years. Nolan has shot the movie on glorious 70 millimeter film, resulting in a warm, fuzzy photographic quality that occasionally appears to flicker like an old projector from the 1960’s. The cinematography, often shot on IMAX, is full of highly dynamic images that set the perfect mood for a high-concept film in the 21st century where the future of our world is at stake. Eerie Koyaanisqatsi (1982) style shots of abandoned Soviet-era cities in a wasteland of gravel and coal, and sweeping vistas of wind turbines erected in the ocean paint a picture of a new world, modernist and driven by technology, heading towards an unknown fate - the ideal backdrop for a movie that’s about the prevention of a third world war. If nothing else, this film should provide perfect inspiration for modernist photographers. I was also very happy with the film’s music. Although very surprised to discover during the end credits that it was not Hans Zimmer who composed it, Ludwig Göransson’s score for Tenet again ups the modernist elements, the music is pretty much (from what I can recall) composed entirely with synthesizers, eschewing Zimmer’s string ostinatos for pulsing electronic blasts that occasionally seemed to emulate the sound of the infamous Inception horn and the Joker textures from The Dark Knight (2008). The crashing drums were enough to keep me on the edge of my seat, and there was often an experimental avant-garde edge to the whole affair that is sure to make it a unique and memorable score for years to come, even if it’s lack of memorable melodies and music themes is something for traditionalists to lament.
The action scenes are staged with an eye for gargantuan scale, especially towards the end of the film, and the usage of in-camera imagery ensures that this movie will remain timeless for years to come. Nolan eschews usage of CGI for practical explosions and real-life gunfire that gives everything a sense of tangibility that’s often missing from big-budget blockbusters nowadays. A particular fight scene with our lead, played by John Washington, proves to be particularly memorable - brutal (including one move with a cheese-grater) and efficiently reminding me of Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018) - and a particular scene with an airplane at an airport remains probably the most ambitious and large-scale you could get with this film. There were times where it was impossible not to gawk at the scale of what was being shown on screen, and marvel at the ambition of the filmmaker in charge. With all the computer imagery at your disposal, what other filmmaker nowadays would dare to crash a real full-scale jumbo jet into a hangar? The actual reverse time effects were impressive, especially during a moment where a high-rise building is targeted by a rocket launcher, and were used somewhat restrainfully, giving off the sense that Nolan was attempting to utilize it the way the makers of the original Star Wars trilogy utilized lightsabers - not trying to dazzle the audience with the fancy eye-candy too early, or too much. It’s just too bad that the finale involved a huge army of characters dressed in identical uniforms, wearing helmets that obscured their faces, resulting in a chaotic battle where your eyes are trying desperately to work out who’s who, where they are, and what they’re doing. And ultimately, if you don’t really know what’s going on, or don’t feel what they’re supposed to be fighting for, what’s the point?

I’m hesitant to call Tenet a bad movie, because truthfully, I don’t know if it is. Just like with Nolan’s other time-bending epic, Inception, it’s probably a film I’ll have to see multiple times in order to understand, and therefore, to fully appreciate. But all the same, for all the complexities of his past films, Nolan has consistently given his films either a thematic point or characters to latch onto. Inception gave you the camaraderie between Leonardo DiCaprio and his gang; Interstellar centered around a relationship between a father and his daughter; Dunkirk (2017) was a reconstruction of important historical events. Tenet in comparison, is merely a film that’s in love with its own ideas and concepts, but never delivers on anything beyond that and the obvious technical flair.
This is a film for those that enjoy picking apart complex plots and enjoy sorting through timelines in order to piece together a puzzle of a story. While it may grow on me over time, I can safely say that, while I respect the movie and it’s maker, Tenet is not really a film for me.

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