school
January 20th, 2006
Tired so tired. And cold.
Home. A quick collage to kill a grumpy mood. Materials “freed” from the basement of the architecture department. Our new class is so empty and clean I almost miss the chaos we had in the basement last year. The 2nd year students now, they don’t know how to make a real mess.
Somehow, without me noticing, my classmates have morphed into architects with serious jobs, their freetime spent doing competitions. I have less and less to talk about with anyone. I read the wrong magazines. I go home to typography books.
And oh, what home! Of chaos and colour, pink silk curtains, paintbrushes on kitchen table, large unfinished painting leaning beside it. “Are we really this bohemian or do we just seem like it,” my flatmate asks. We are, I answer.