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Well, kids, Remworld has shut its gates! You are invited back to reality,
back to life. The stuff happening in Shenzen, Sudan, or a shopping mall
is there, for real, completely unaffected by our or anyones
interpretation. At the same time, the projects that are presented are
not the models of a semifictional urbanoid future, but are here, now, in
your face and under your arse. The discrepancy between the two
destroys any hope for a coherent philosophical, methodological, or
even narrative system out there that might connect them. We have hit
rock bottom. Now its for real.
Living
The house has been built for a wealthy publisher, his family, their
guests, and some cars. The publisher was paralyzed from the waist
down after a car crasha rubber-burning, steel-twisting, bone-
splintering, marrow-leaking, nerve-splitting car crash. The design is,
among other things, a monumental accommodation to this fact. In no
way does the architecture attempt to glaze over the minutiae of
everyday life with architectural elegance and solemnity, as so often
happens in villa design. What actually happened is that Rem Koolhaas
has feverishly imagined architectural potential in this particular
familys life. He saw the limp lower body of the husbandsupported by
a whole arsenal of trusses, carts, beltsas architecture. He
extrapolated this in a single, huge, heavy-duty contraption that
provides the man with a way of moving through the house.
Subsequently this contraption was made into the houses
organizational core (A machine was its heart1): going up, going
down, going up, down, up . In counterpoint to this hydraulic
simplicity, the beautiful and lithe wife moves through the house at will,
negotiating between the armpits and crotches of the house and its
dematerialized, entropic, smooth, modernistic planes. Koolhaas also
saw architectural potential in his constructionally counterintuitive
decision to place the chromium tube on which the box-house lies off
center, so that a huge beam had to be placed and then anchored in the
ground with a big rock, to stop the house from toppling over.
Visitors cannot look at the house as an architectural model that can be
separated from its specific usage. The usual gaze of historians, critics,
or architects wont do. In fact, you are investigating the most intimate
and personal details of this specific familys life; the gaze is that of the
babysitter wandering through the rooms, opening the drawers and
looking in the medicine chest. At the same time, because in a way the
familys life has become architecture, the villa becomes strangely
inclusive: a design equivalent of MTVs soap vrit, The Real World.
Lastly, the specific demands and wishes of this family are dealt with
not so much on an architectural level as on a planning and engineering
level, emphasizing infrastructure, technical facilities, zoning, and
routing. The familys life has been treated as an urban program that
makes the house into a New Town and makes a visit to it an
unexpectedly civic experience. The mode of description that this house
seems to ask for is therefore a combination of abject speculation by a
voyeur about the private lives of his desired objects and an urbanistic
scenario in which different propositions are linked together by a
hypothetical sequence or route.
A day in the life: Early in the morning; after he has been lifted out of
the automobile and placed in his wheelchair, the glass wall slides open,
and he moves into the kitchen, passes the monolithic concrete stove,
and slips behind his desk set in a lofty skylit space. Behind him, a sea-
green resin bookcase goes up three stories. A knobless door opens into
a dark cavern containing the bottles of claret. On the desk lies an
industrial remote control device, a telephone, a newspaper, and a
workbook for learning Mandarin. He pushes the remote control, and the
room moves up; he slides past the bookcase. It is possible to stop at
any point and take out a bookfor instance, S,M,L,XL.
After a couple of meters, the room locks into the floor of a stunningly
glassy glass house, the metallic floor flush with the hill. The man looks
down into the parking space in between the perimeter wall; he looks
the other way over Bordeaux and the river; he looks around and sees
some furniture, and also a huge chromium cylinder and a thin rod, both
connected to the big box floating above the living room. He drives off
the platform toward the view, goes into the garden where the path
burrows into the ground, and looks inside a flower. He drives back in,
maneuvers himself behind his desk, and makes his room go further up.
He locks into the third floor; through the bookshelves he sees the
terrace. Next to him Gilbert & Georges Lifehead looks apotheotically
skyward.
Wouter Vanstiphout is an architectural historian and one of the founders of the Rotterdam
research and design firm Crimson. Together with Cassandra Wilkins and Michael A. Speaks,
he is editor of Dutch Moral Modernism, forthcoming from 010 Publishers.