Borja López Cotelo

A house in Finland. The fantasy and the memory | Borja Lopez Cotelo
07-11-2014 2 Comments

A house in Finland. The fantasy and the memory | Borja Lopez Cotelo

I began to walk between the coniferous ones. His geometric trunks were leaking the beams of the pale Sun. They were last days of May and on the lake Päijänne there were floating still some chunks of ice, lazy in these last weeks of winter lethargy. It was walking slowly, being afraid to meet suddenly the housing that Alvar Aalto […]

Interview with me itself | Borja Lopez Cotelo
03-10-2014 No Comments

Interview with me itself | Borja Lopez Cotelo

I opened the eyes in that room of yellow color. Around me, hundreds of books and notebooks were resting on furniture spread by the chaotic stay. Poe, Melville, Tolstoi or Maupassant were accumulated in unusual balance. The soil was replete with wrinkled sheets of paper, victims undoubtedly with some access of ire. I was lying on one of this beautifully […]

Sverre Fehn's notebooks | Borja López Cotelo
12-09-2014 4 Comments

Sverre Fehn’s notebooks | Borja López Cotelo

These clear mornings of June they disguised the city of Oslo. Closing the eyes, allowing that the Sun should warm the skin, one could believe that he was in Palermo, in Smyrna, probably enclosedly in Cadiz or Tangier. But at the end of the street there was a green foyer that we had to cross every day: the discreet Nasjonalmuseet […]

The Club of the Lost Paradise | Borja López Cotelo
01-08-2014 No Comments

The Club of the Lost Paradise | Borja López Cotelo

Dei Greci was walking slow along the street. It was Thursday, and in the calm atmosphere of these last hours of the day, Venice was looking like another city. I crossed the bridge, got lost for the multicolored Riva degli Schiavoni and sat down in the edge of a channel to seeing to spend the life, allowing that my legs […]

Fights, criticizes, emigrates | Borja Lopez Cotelo
18-07-2014 3 Comments

Fights, criticizes, emigrates | Borja Lopez Cotelo

The crisis has ended. The politicians smile again in the newspapers and the means ensalzan a country that could support the composure for five years of impious tempest. They have turned the pats in the back. But maybe the miracle has happened before my door, once again, without stopping: the clients do not crowd in my study and nobody in […]

The house that was not a ship | Borja Lopez Cotelo
07-07-2014 No Comments

The house that was not a ship | Borja Lopez Cotelo

One has spoken about this house as a ship on the verge of be doing to the sea1. Probably for his situation, in this thin thread that separates land and sea, or maybe for that Ramon Vázquez Molezún’s discolored photo grasped to the helm of a ship, protecting his cranium with a cap of wool. But we all know that […]

One day of 1958 | Borja López Cotelo
20-06-2014 No Comments

One day of 1958 | Borja López Cotelo

The Sun was shining in the sky of Brussels burning the visitors of Heysel’s esplanade. Sverre and Reima were drinking, to small sips, an African coffee. Reima breathed depth, thought a few seconds, and said: -As it is learned to imagine by major and major concentration you stop being able to work with objects or prefabricated schemes … The really […]

The parable of the Englishman | Borja López Cotelo
23-05-2014 No Comments

The parable of the Englishman | Borja López Cotelo

I remember my brief stay in the St. James College, in Maypole Green, Essex. In the evenings of rain, to chop of the drops against the sill was sounding as the second-hand of a clock that seemed to go increasingly slowly, while a green and gray landscape was filtering across the ogival window. I, often, was losing the time searching […]

Influences in Aldo Rossi's drawing: killing the father | Borja López Cotelo
04-04-2014 One Comment

Influences in Aldo Rossi’s drawing: killing the father | Borja López Cotelo

Often the time dilutes the certainty. Aldo Rossi emerged in the second half of the 20th century as the man called to illuminate a generation in the shade of the modernity. Precocious iconoclast in his revisionist offer of the contemporary urbanism, many they were thinking about seeing in his theory the way to continuing in the definition of a new […]

The penalty of Jørn Utzon | Borja Lopez Cotelo
03-03-2014 One Comment

The penalty of Jørn Utzon | Borja Lopez Cotelo

The night of June 20, 1976 it was falling a thin rain on Belgrade. Antonín walked his skinny figure for forty meters that separate the midfield of the penalty spot, placed the ball and moved back to take run. It raised the head. Before him, this Sepp Maier’s bony and fierce face; maybe then he remembered Zdeněk Hruška, that companion […]

Of vocations | Borja Lopez Cotelo
16-09-2013 One Comment

Of vocations | Borja Lopez Cotelo

Nobody in my neighborhood knew to Mies Van der Rohe. The children we were not dreaming of being Alvar Aalto because our altar they were occupying it Bruce Lee, Rocky Balboa, Peio Uralde or Zoran Stojadinovic. I, who was a bit rare, sometimes was changing aim and was aspiring to happen to the great Sempé. The days were passing between books […]

Automoribundia | Borja López Cotelo
15-07-2013 One Comment

Automoribundia | Borja López Cotelo

We can look at the Death of face; but knowing, since some of us know today, which is the human life, the one who did may without trembling to look abreast the hour of his birth? Thomas de Quincey The first time. The holiday that it was smelling napalm. There my father was, looking with approval. His only son had […]