el primo Ramón

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (XII) | epR
13-01-2015 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (XII) | epR

José Antonio Corrales. Other three sides of the hexagon that in 1958 revolutionized the Spanish architecture of postwar period from Heysel’s distant esplanade. Corrales and Molezún. Batman and Robin. Laurel and Hardy. Romario and Bebeto. La Historia está llena de memorables parejas bien avenidas. Corrales and Molezún. Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. Hendrix and Clapton. Frazier and Ali. Some […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (XI) | epR
02-12-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (XI) | epR

Ramón Vázquez Molezún holding the helm, the half-open eyes, while the ship dances on the waves curled of her laugh. Ramón Vázquez Molezún crossing Europe to loins of his Lambretta. Ramón Vázquez Molezún dispersing hexagons in an immense plant. Ramón Vázquez Molezún drawing impossible sections risen up a hillside. Ramón Vázquez Molezún imagining a minimal house astraddle of the land and the […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (X) | epR
04-11-2014 2 Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (X) | epR

Jose Antonio Coderch de Sentmenat, catalan aristocrat, captain Scott de la España of postwar period. Probably it was late, or too soon. Maybe in another place it would have obtained a major recognition, but in the current Catalonia it has been relegated to the garret of the inconvinient forbears. His first sketch of the house Ugalde costs more than five […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (IX) | epR
02-10-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (IX) | epR

Don Alejandro was giving hares whom he was asking for cats. Jack, the architect, constructed classrooms that were floating on a gymnasium, emptied the front of a civil government, suspended glassy viewing-points on a street dressed in stone. Sota, the draftsman, scribbled buildings and faces with fragile, scanty, agonizing lines. Sota, the teacher, Galician and teimado, declined to tread on […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VIII) | epR
29-08-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VIII) | epR

The dodo bird. Fehn and his drawings of line. Fragile, synthetic and cryptic. Drawings that are almost at all. Exiguous outlines in which it fits the entire world. Cosmogonophy of horizons and ships, of the Suns and lunas, always of men. Fehn and his architecture of elongated shades. The young person northern prodigy of Brussels, Venice and Hamar. Then, the […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VII) | epR
01-08-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VII) | epR

Gunnar Asplund and his nemesis. Fights of roosters Gunnar was the hinge between the chill Swedish classicism and the winds that were blowing of the south. A refined and visionary teacher. In 1915, while Europe was drained, he conceived the most beautiful contemporary cemetery. But Gunnar was not alone. To his side there was a muffled shade, it avoids even […]

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 […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VI) | epR
03-07-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (VI) | epR

Bird marinades They all resemble Jørn Utzon as a high man. But actually it it was not. Utzon seemed to be extraodinary because it lived on a platform, as that it had seen in Mexico or in Japan in his youth; and from her it looked behind and forward. It recognized oriental temples and Mayan constructions; he remembered the models […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (V) | epR
30-05-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (V) | epR

The cuckold Born in the chill Baltic one and with the slightly bad face of smallpox, his history could have been sad as that of that Akákievich from Gógol. But Kahn decided to live through two lives. Two simultaneous lives, with two women, with two families. As the pretty bird, it overflew other skies to look for other nests. Two […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (IV) | epR
28-04-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (IV) | epR

Franky the Kid Frank grew in a farm of Wisconsin. It was before working with L. H. Sullivan in Chicago. Maybe the city seemed to the farmer to be too artificial and decided then to dismember the architecture, to preface the housings in extraodinary projecting beyond his walls and to dilute them in the nature. It was called them Prairie […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (III) | epR
28-03-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (III) | epR

The night bird Many Alvar Aalto’s things have been said. That was racionalist, that was organicista, that fought for the independence of Finland in 1917. That he liked the wine, the night and the young women. Maybe they all are true. It would explain Viipuri, Paimio, the Mairea, Otaniemi, Säynätsalo, his circles and his two marriages. Always I remember that […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (II) | epR
28-02-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (II) | epR

The migratory architect He was the man of the short phrases. Less it is more, God is in the details. Prussian, straight, tenacious. His houses of brick and his German Pavilion were not sufficient to save it from the beast that was devastating Germany. It was not also enough to him to emigrate with his itinerant Bauhaus of Weimar to […]

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (I) | epR
28-01-2014 No Comments

Portraits across the eyes of a near-sighted person (I) | epR

The raven man. A good day, Charles-Edouard Jeanneret-Gris decided that, in forward, would be called Le Corbusier. It decided also that already it would not be Swiss but French, and turned into raven – ¿or was it a magpie?-. It glided weightlessly between the writing, the painting and the architecture, settled in the gleaming shoulders of his cousin Pierre, of […]

The origins of the architecture (IV) | epR
30-12-2013 One Comment

The origins of the architecture (IV) | epR

Often I ask myself when it was begun to speak about energy efficiency. Or, better, when this argument transformed in mere demagoguery and in absolute value capable of justifying mediocre projects. Turning the pages of books of Bernard Rudofsky or Myron Goldfinger we recognize another type of energy efficiency – but also economic and social – capable of forming humanized […]

The origins of the architecture (III) | epR
29-11-2013 No Comments

The origins of the architecture (III) | epR

We find them in the most unexpected place: on having doubled the corner, in the square of the neighborhood, or in this piece of open land that we believed stranger for the rest of the world. They are the author’s architectures, ostentatious offerings to the eternity of major architects who resist as obscene recollections of last times. Today they lie, […]

The origins of the architecture (II) | epR
30-10-2013 No Comments

The origins of the architecture (II) | epR

A fissure exists between the architect and the company. It is not exactly an abyss, is not a deep pit, but there is something that separates it from those for whom, in last instance, he conceives his projects. There is not a question himself to quarrel the one who has reason but of assuming that a problem of communication exists […]

The origins of the architecture (I) | epR
30-09-2013 No Comments

The origins of the architecture (I) | epR

The architecture is, by his own nature, a discipline mediated. On the contrary that a painter or a poet, the architect sees how his idea takes form through numerous intermediaries. It is part of this thick skin discipline that it does of the architecture a slow paquidermo in front of the eclosión of new avant-gardes, but that at the same […]

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 […]

Architects for s. XXI (IV) | epR
27-08-2013 One Comment

Architects for s. XXI (IV) | epR

They are bad times to live of the architecture. The days happen without the telephone sounds, without Herbert Johnson entrusts us a few offices or the father Couturier insists on contracting to construct a chapel us in The Vosges. Because of it now it is the moment to affirm, as the haughty laborer of Madariaga, that in my hunger I […]

Architects for s. XXI (III) | epR
29-07-2013 No Comments

Architects for s. XXI (III) | epR

It turns out to be curious to think about the architects as a species on the verge of extinction, but maybe this idea is not very far from the reality. At least in a country where the laws, the fierce competition and (digámoslo high place, it is therapeutic) the absence of ethics of a wide sector of the profession when […]

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 […]

Architects for s. XXI (II) | epR
24-06-2013 One Comment

Architects for s. XXI (II) | epR

We believed difficultly that the things were deteriorating, but we were wrong. The global crisis there has joined in Spain a new legal frame that, sooner or later, will turn the architect into an insignificant figure to do architecture. We still have the consolation of thinking that Chesterton would have found this paradox hilarious, or of remembering Steinberg’s words when […]

Architects for s. XXI (I) | epR
31-05-2013 No Comments

Architects for s. XXI (I) | epR

Still I remember when to study architecture he was assuring a future you. Or it they believed all: your parents were looking at you with approval and your friends were saying to you that, from then, you would pay the beers. Now, after a structural crisis and a change of law in the horizon, to study architecture seems to have […]

The city (IV) | epR
29-04-2013 No Comments

The city (IV) | epR

‘While there is death there is hope’, was affirming Fabrizio Corbera, the terse prince of Lampedusa’s novel. Nevertheless the cemeteries, these cities of the dead men, reproduce the same excesses and desigualdades that his analogous cities of alive: some have to be piled up or to share an exiguous piece of land in order that to his side the big […]

The city (III) | epR
29-03-2013 No Comments

The city (III) | epR

Some time ago that to travel stopped being an experience to turn into a business. The tourism is a part of a system that turns a culture into product, a country into brand. And, certainly, the laws of the market demand that everything is comfortable and immediate. Nevertheless, the ruins, as the cities, are neither restaurants of snack food nor […]

The city (II) | epR
25-02-2013 No Comments

The city (II) | epR

Everything has changed before we were realizing. Obsessed for satisfying needs that even it makes small they did not exist, we happen the days jumping obstacles that we themselves have placed in the way; we entrust ourselves to the artifice while we see how the recollection of the world disfigures itself that some day was. Sometimes I think that maybe […]

The city (I) | epR
29-01-2013 No Comments

The city (I) | epR

I have seen it here and there: a fishing port in the middle of the great city. Buenos Aires, Marseilles, Copenhagen. I have looked at it with disdain, since to this toy that already I do not use because I have made myself major, since to the grandfather kept silent on the corner of the table. I forgot to wonder […]