A Building Has At Least Two Lives

The City Is An Addictive Machine From Which There Is No Escape

That Has Been My Entire Life Story. Running Against The Current And Running With The Current. Sometimes Running With The Current Is Underestimated. The Acceptance Of Certain Realities Doesn’t Preclude Idealism. It Can Lead To Certain Breakthroughs.

Designs Are Increasingly Winning Competitions Because They Are Literally Green, And Because Somewhere They Feature A Small Windmill.

Manhattan Has No Choice But The Skyward Extrusion Of The Grid Itself; Only The Skyscraper Offers Business The Wide-open Spaces Of A Man-made Wild West, A Frontier In The Sky.

We Know That Las Vegas Is Junk, But At The Same Time I Think That Exactly The Same Process And Ultimately Also, Perhaps The Same Logic, Attaches Itself To Or Underlies Our Masterpieces. We Live In An Amazing Era When In Spite Of An Absence Of Masters There Is An Explosion Of Masterpieces.