More recently I have become addicted to youth, especially to the youth of others. It’s a tolerance that has startled me. The unrepentant touching of immaculate skin. But how they look back that is the kicker. It’s a type of familial drama: raw affection; every reaction offered to you with want for more. Please. We can see this on the right in Antonio Moroni’s Cavaliere in Red (1560): his sideways glance a potential model of the world at that moment. If only architecture was this breathtaking.
Here then lies the studio’s pursuit of youth: An architecture that aims for the mid-twenties.