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Today was that perfect sultry summer afternoon to sit on the Lakefront. And watch the Thunderbirds wake up the sky. Summer has finally arrived (with the Chicago Air and Water Show).
An afternoon like this gives pause to think. Make big plans. Scrap them. Make more. Resdiscover perspective. I remembered that it is my intention to write two Reviews of the the AIC Modern Wing: one praising, one dishing. I think that I can convincingly do both. Though the dish might be more fun. But for now, the THUNDERBIRDS take first place. They skim the Lakefront from Gary to Waukegan.
An afternoon like this gives pause to think. Make big plans. Scrap them. Make more. Resdiscover perspective. I remembered that it is my intention to write two Reviews of the the AIC Modern Wing: one praising, one dishing. I think that I can convincingly do both. Though the dish might be more fun. But for now, the THUNDERBIRDS take first place. They skim the Lakefront from Gary to Waukegan.
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And Zaha's embarassing little pavilion, that was to honor the City and Daniel Burnham, (that "ill-fitting brassiere", that " sow's ear", that "illusion of beauty") has already disappeared into Daniel Burnham's much larger scheme of things. Of blue and unbroken green, and summer. And the literally dozens of buildings, just beyond Michigan Avenue's Wall, filled with craftsmanship, tradition, detail, and a quiet poise that honors themselves, us, and the architects who created them.
Beautifully put. Looking forward to your reviews of the Modern wing!
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