This revealing memoir by Aldo Rossi (1937--1997), one of the most visible and controversial figures ever on the international architecture scene, intermingles discussions of Rossi's architectural projects--including the major literary and artistic influences on his work--with his personal history. Drawn from notebooks Rossi kept beginning in 1971, these ruminations and reflections range from his obsession with theater to his concept of architecture as ritual. The book originally appeared as one of the landmark titles in the MIT Press's Oppositions Books series, but has been out of print for many years. This newly issued paperback reprint includes illustrations--photographs, evocative images, and a set of drawings of Rossi's major architectural projects prepared particularly for this publication--selected by the author himself to augment the text.
Merely personal understandings, if not feelings, for the book. Clearly a hint of some very unique affection can be found in Rossi’s description to architecture, city, and maybe anything that functions as human artifacts. I would say what interest me most...
评分Lucy. The film itself is sort of nonsense. But the sentence. "Time is the true unit of measurement." It suddenly occurred to me that "being" is really what we recognize and identify our own tracks. Finally I could understand why Rossi would say "each summer...
评分Merely personal understandings, if not feelings, for the book. Clearly a hint of some very unique affection can be found in Rossi’s description to architecture, city, and maybe anything that functions as human artifacts. I would say what interest me most...
评分Lucy. The film itself is sort of nonsense. But the sentence. "Time is the true unit of measurement." It suddenly occurred to me that "being" is really what we recognize and identify our own tracks. Finally I could understand why Rossi would say "each summer...
评分Merely personal understandings, if not feelings, for the book. Clearly a hint of some very unique affection can be found in Rossi’s description to architecture, city, and maybe anything that functions as human artifacts. I would say what interest me most...
意识流太强,但如果全是自己于自己意识的对话,简直就是把作品的重量托付给了自己的地位,仿佛权威写出的任何文字都是沉甸甸的一般。但实际上,倘若觉得这书沉,那只能说我们活的的确无趣,要么就是记性太差吧。说实话,的确不应该给低分来故意显示自己的无知,但这本书,真的,很低级啊
评分后记中说他这个就是不连续的,柏拉图式地把他的断断续续的文化回忆弄成空间形式。建筑都是植根于过去,体现当地文化也体现个人经历。可他这样写得没有时间顺序,有点理解难度啊。不过这也是不是可以体现某种现代建筑之中的非线性美学呢?
评分读罗西《自传》,像是在读普鲁斯特或是帕慕克的文字。。。。。被震到了。原来他的另外一面是这么丰富,思考了那么多的建筑问题。。。。多少令人感伤。“有好几人都说我的剧场内部的光,跟Carpaccio的光有关。我不愿拿来评论家们有关这个项目的溢美之词,但是我还是记住了Mazzario的话。因为他讲到了威尼斯在变得具有纪念性之前的那个威尼斯,一个在Sansovino和Palladio的白色石头还没到来之前的威尼斯,Carpaccio的威尼斯。是的,我在他画的建筑那里,那种木质建筑的内部,看到了那种光,让我总想起某些荷兰绘画的室内用光,它们总跟船,或是海的记忆有关”。。。。。
评分信息量比想象的大多了
评分回忆,象征,poetic,精确
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