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Justice is about to exist washed, or else persistence rewarded, or perhaps the inevitable consummated: Architect Gordon Bunshaft has been appointed to design the gargantuan New York City Convention and Exhibition Center, which volition be going up in Manhattan during the next four years.
Bunshaft is the principal design partner in the New York office of the architecture firm of Skidmore, Owings & Merrill. For some time now, S.O.M. has been functioning as New York's more or less archetypal architect. A Bunshaft‐designed Southward.O.M. tower, Lever House, inaugurated the city'south postwar edifice blast, which has now lasted xx years. During this period of intense construction action, Due south.O.M. has designed a greater number of first‐charge per unit buildings than whatever other architect or firm. And now that the smash—or at least the phase of information technology that has transformed the skyline with an incredible concentration of single buildings congenital on unmarried blocks—is quieting, a Bunshaft construction, at nine West 57th Street, may be making the last statement.
But although his New York skyscrapers are his all-time‐known buildings, Bunshaft confesses that he seldom excited these days by the usual skyscraper jobs. "I don't consider office buildings major compages whatsoever more than," he says. "Now, why should 1 office building be different from another? They're all sort of impersonal, rentable spaces." His disenchantment with office skyscraper projects is one reason Bunshaft is and then excited nearly the upcoming Convention Center. "I like architecture you don't take to lie down on your back to see," he says.
The new Convention Center is clearly going to be Bunshaft's most monumental undertaking. Set in what the project executives are calling "a parkriver environment," the complex will be situated on several gloomy blocks in the 40's west of one ane th Avenue, transversing the West Side Highway and extending well out over the Hudson River. In all, it will cover about 40 acres, and to an builder, particularly an architect whose life and work are and so tightly tied to New York, 40 acres of crowded, vertical, dynamic Manhattan are more than precious and more challenging than many times that much area in Nevada or someplace. Bunshaft clearly is delighted by the prospect of having all that city country to build on, and is broken-hearted to go to work.
Although he is among the busiest and most successful men in his field, Gordon Bunshaft probably is the least known by name outside the profession. The main reason for his relative anonymity is that his firm'south name does non include his ain. Some other reason is that unlike others of his stature—Philip Johnson, for instance, or Edward Durell Stone‐Bunshaft is not a celebrity. He doesn't make speeches or write articles or participate in panel discussions at the Museum of Modern Art. But neither is he cast in the philosopher‐teacher mold that Louis Kahn is. "I eat and sleep architecture," says Bunshaft, "just I don't similar to talk virtually it. I like my compages to speak for itself. Well, anyhow, to speak for me."
And his architecture speaks audibly indeed. For if there are a lot of perfectly cultivated people in New York who accept never heard of Gordon Bunshaft, there are very few who are unacquainted with such major Due south.O.M. works as Lever Firm and the Chase Manhattan Bank. As for the personal, household‐word‐type of fame — well, he doesn't seem to miss information technology. If anything, he bends over backward to point out that he is a member of the business firm of Skidmore, Owings & Merrill.
1 can't help merely wonder, though, just how much of Southward.O.M.'s success has resulted from the contribution of Gordon Bunshaft. Apparently, his function in the ascension of the house has been significant, and no one in the firm would deny it. But how significant? Without Bunshaft would South.O.M. take reached the position it holds today, at the top of what amounts to the architectural institution, or would it have stopped a few pegs lower down with the adequatesto‐goods? Conversely, without his S.O.G. partnership, what would have happened to Gordon Bunshaft? Could he have become what he has become, i of the one-half‐dozen nigh influential architects of his twenty-four hour period? Or might he have go just as powerful and have achieved the personal fame his South.O.M. commonage identity has blocked?
If yous ask these questions of any of the S.O.Chiliad. partners, including Bunshaft, you get a stock answer. "We're a team," 1 partner snapped, and another elaborated, "Nosotros're a team hither." Bunshaft makes the point fourth dimension and again, rarely discussing a project without introducing the names of the other S.O.M. squad members who participated. "I'm a cog in this outfit," he explains; "I like to think an important cog, but a cog. I wouldn't be the architect I am without this firm…. There are plenty of architects I know, good architects who can show you the most cute drawings and models of architecture that never get built. I like to see architecture get built. Well, anyhow, mine gets built because this outfit, this partnership works."
All of S.O.M.'s 20 national partners and 48 associate partners started in the house'due south ranks, and, every bit a result, their relationships are close. "Yous could never start a firm like this—you lot take to have grown up with it," says J. Walter Severinghaus, a New York partner and shut colleague of Bunshaft's. But while Bunshaft insists that Southward.O.M. has no caput and that all the partners are on an equal footing, he volition confess, "Of form, some are older and a little more equal."
Bunshaft likes to tell clients that S.O.Thou. can offer them the best of both worlds—the personalized relationships with clients that pocket-sized firms have and the good behind‐the‐scenes technical staff of a large organization. Although clients oft hire the business firm without knowing the names of any of the partners—even Bunshaft—many come to S.O.Yard. to request the services of a particular partner with whose piece of work they are familiar. Ofttimes this marks the beginning of a close builder‐customer human relationship that may terminal for several years and bring in more work as well; a large number of Bunshaft'south buildings are designed for one-time clients who have come up back for more than.
Bunshaft's belief in the effectiveness of the S.O.M. team approach to compages is plainly sincere. Withal, every bit you listen to him speak of his background and career, it is hard non to speculate that gratitude has a lot to do with his devotion. For when he joined the business firm, in 1937, he was 28 years old, well‐educated, well‐traveled, a proven talent in his profession, and, according to those who think him from that time, utterly driven past his want to build, It had been 21 years since he had decided to get an architect, and he had still not congenital a building. He was impatient, but the same time he must have known that there was a good chance—his talent and education notwithstanding—that he might never build.
Bunshaft was born in Buffalo, N.Y., in 1909; his parents were immigrants from Russian federation. As Bunshaft tells it, his decision to take upwards architecture more than or less made itself, when he was 7, with help from his music teacher and the family unit physician.
"Like all proper Jewish boys in those days," Bunshaft recalls, "I took violin lessons. My violin teacher was an Englishman who had two sons who went to some place called the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Well, I was very impressed with those ii, and I decided I wanted to go this M.I.T. For all I knew, it was a plumbing school, but I wanted to go.
"Well, I was a sort of sickly kid, and when I used to stay in bed I'd draw these little houses. The doctor used to come to the house, and he saw the drawings and told my mother I should be an architect…. When I found out y'all could go M.I.T. to be an architect, that settled it. I wanted to go to M.I.T. and then desperately that I had my grade‐schoolhouse teacher make up a whole program for me to follow all the fashion through high schoolhouse so I could get in. I kept taking the college boards every twelvemonth from my sophomore year of high school on. People said I wouldn't arrive with my average. I only averaged about 85. Except lower in English. And a nothing French. Anyway, I got in."
Bunshaft received his Bachelor of Architecture caste from M.I.T. in 1933 and his Principal's ii years later. In 1935 he was as well awarded the Rotch Traveling Fellowship, a grant given to an exceptional architecture graduate to finance a two‐twelvemonth study trip to Europe. Because of the European inflation, the $3,000 honour was exhausted after xv months, and Bunshaft returned to America. He looked for piece of work in New York, and was given a job by Edward Durell Stone, who had been commissioned to design a hotel. The customer, apparently a fraud, shortly skipped boondocks, withal, and Rock was jobless. He helped Bunshaft get another chore, with the industrial designer Raymond Loewy. "But I hated that," says Bunshaft, "and told Stone, and he said, 'Well, if you don't similar it in that location, why don't you call this fellow Skidmore?' "
Louis Skidmore and Nathaniel Owings were brothers‐in‐law, both architects, who had formed partnership in Chicago in 1936. When Skidmore went to New York that year to supervise an alter ation job in an role building, he decided to stay and establish a two‐city performance. John 0. Merrill, an architectural engineer, completed the trio 1939. At that time, Merrill shuttled betwixt New York and Chicago, overseeing the engineering aspects of the firm'south work. He remained the "floating partner," covering all bases equally Due south.O.M. expanded to San Francisco and Portland, Ore., until he retired in 1960.
Bunshaft called Skidmore and Skidmore hired him. "I decided this was where I wanted to stay," Bunshaft explains. "Skidmore told me to just think nearly blueprint; he'd take care of the clients. To go a client, yous know, yous had to be an old social club man, especially in those days. Architecture was nonetheless pretty much a gentleman's profession, and, well, I didn't have that sort of talent."
In other words, Skidmore removed the one obstacle that might have kept Bunshaft, with all of his talent, from ever succeeding in his field. For, in 1937, there were non very many young Jewish men practicing architecture, and certainly no young Jewish men with Bunshaft'due south way. By his ain admission and co-ordinate to the recollections of others, immature Bunshaft was as far from an "old club homo" equally one could get. Socially, he was shy and awkward, aware of and clearly intimidated by the differences between him and the WASPish gentlemen who populated the profession; and professionally he was frightened by the prospect of e'er having to deal with clients. When he did have to express himself—on a thing of blueprint, for instance, among his colleagues—he was overbearingly straight and didactic, even annoying. The one affair he was most confident about was his power to come up with the correct solution to a pattern problem, and his advocacy of his solutions was as fearless as his attitude toward the business aspects of compages was fearful. Thanks to Skidmore, however, Bunshaft'due south fears were no longer a barrier. Bunshaft would design buildings, period, which was all Bunshaft wanted to practice anyway. No wonder he was, and remains, grateful.
The 1939 World's Fair in New York kept South.O.Thou. afloat. "Nosotros did well-nigh eighteen awful things for that," Bunshaft remembers, "and and then the war came." While the senior architects with the immature firm stayed behind and designed some Government buildings, most notably at the Oak Ridge site of the Manhattan (A‐bomb) Project, Bunshaft went off to war and the Regular army Corps of Engineers. Returning to S.O.M. in 1946, he was presently made a partner, and for the adjacent few years the firm was decorated with more Government piece of work. S.O.M. was doing reasonably well financially and was growing, but information technology was scarcely a name to be reckoned with, or even recognized, in architecture. Then came Lever Firm.
"Lever House was the commencement real edifice I ever did," states Bunshaft. "The first, you know, existent building."
With Lever Firm, Bunshaft emerged as the star of the S.O.One thousand. team, and that meant he no longer could be kept—or continue himself—away from clients. As things adult, his shyness was not a problem. His directness, on the other hand, was. During an early coming together with H. J. Heinz, Bunshaft interrupted a smoothen presentation with: "You'll take information technology this way, or you lot won't have it at all!" At that place were other tense moments with other clients, but like Heinz, who became an enthusiastic and repeated customer—and a good friend of Bunshaft's — they took Bunshaft'south unpadded words rather than go out his designs; for if his advocacy of his architecture tin be abrasive, it also is disarming.
Until the early nineteensixties, notwithstanding, Bunshaft continued to part exclusively as the main design partner of S.O.G.'s New York role. This meant that he designed or supervised the blueprint of everything that came out of the function, while some other partner took charge of administrative details, including the major dealings with clients. Today, Bunshaft however oversees all the design that comes out of the New York office, but he besides takes authoritative command of some projects as well. An undertaking every bit large as the Convention and Exhibition Center, though, requires a large administrative staff and more than 1 partner in accuse; so while Bunshaft will handle the design, Walter Severinghaus, Bunshaft's administrative partner for the Chase Manhattan and 1114 Avenue of the Americas buildings, will function in the aforementioned partnership chapters.
In recent years, the offices of Skidmore, Owings & Merrill have been globe-trotting autonomously, though not necessarily in any negative way. The links among them are mostly economic: the almanac profits from all offices are still combined, and shares as distributed among partners. Otherwise, Southward.O.M. today is rather like iii independent firms; even their architectural styles are different. Portland and San Francisco are close, and may be counted as two branches of W Declension S.O.M. Chicago is busy, merely New York still gets the most piece of work. The Washington office, handling urban center planning, is the only existent branch: it serves all iii main offices whenever the need arises.
In the last 10 years, Bunshaft has come to savor the entire architect‐customer human relationship that he in one case feared. "A expert building is a joint endeavor between a good builder and a good client," he explains. "I don't hateful a good customer is only one who says yes; he'due south a homo with ideas and when he knows what he wants he fights for it. And I fight dorsum: I similar being a bastard…. Y'all know that edifice at 9 Westward 57th Street—well, information technology'south being built by a young entrepreneur named Sheldon Solow. Very bright guy, very hard. … But he actually cares most making that a good edifice, and he gets a lot of pride out of it, and he'south getting himself a expert building…. When you've got a client who cares about more than just making a buck — well, y'all know they're all finally realizing that good architecture makes money: tenants are willing to pay a premium to exist in 140 Broadway, to share in its prestige. Anyhow, when you've got a client with good ideas and respect for yous and y'all respect him, you go good compages. And," he adds with a laugh, "a lot of the fourth dimension you go a good friend. A lot of my biggest clients, ones I fought with every step of the way.
When a client comes to Due south.O.M. to run into most getting a edifice designed, he is encouraged to piece of work with the architects to develop a program that defines precisely what he needs. "We attempt to avoid the visual at showtime," Bunshaft says. "We put it off as long as possible. We spend a lot of time finding out what the client's particular problem is—y'all know, what facilities does he need? From this we evolve a program. Then nosotros brainstorm to take these functions and diagram them, experimenting with allocations of infinite." The process is a long one: for Connecticut Full general Life, Bunshaft and the insurance company worked together for six months to develop a plan, then spent another six months diagraming preliminary spatial arrangements—all of this before whatsoever of the bodily forms of the building were finalized. "Nosotros were playing effectually with masses all the while," Bunshaft says, "considering when you practice a diagram you take to envision the masses; you lot can't carve up plan from class. But we never actually set the form of the edifice until the long programing procedure is finished."
Similar whatever creative human activity, the working out of the bodily design is a hard process to draw. The builder's esthetic desires — which in Bunshaft's case develop and modify constantly—must be brought into line with the all‐of import functional demands of the program. In the example of a project such every bit Connecticut General, the highly specific program of an insurance office express considerably the range of possible forms that might be suitable, while the much broader programs of the Beinecke or Johnson libraries gave Bunshaft almost unlimited freedom to choose a class. Technical, financial and legal considerations must likewise come up into play: Bunshaft points out that the placement of the Lever tower on its site was dictated more than by zoning than esthetic considerations; similarly, the design of Chase Manhattan with its large plaza was as much the outcome of complex calculations involving site‐coverage restrictions as Bunshaft'south esthetic leanings.
At Due south.O.G., as at nearly firms today, there is fiddling reliance on quondam‐fashioned elegant renderings which, if they are made at all, are oft produced for clients' public‐relations purposes later the building is well nether way. Instead, the architects work with models, casual sketches and, specially at S.O.K., lots of talk. After "millions of meetings," as Bunshaft says, the design evolves into its final stages and the technical staff takes over to produce the huge number of blueprints and particular drawings necessary for structure to begin.
S.O.M. is, in every sense of the word, a slick outfit; at its Park Avenue offices the prospective client is probable to feel comfortable from the moment he steps off the elevator. Everything is washed to preserve a businesslike atmosphere, which is far from the usual case with architects. A corporation president may be put off as he enters the studio of, say, Paul Rudolph, a breezy, busy, casual place where young associates clothing bluish jeans and call to one some other from tops of ladders. But at Due south.O.M. the businessman‐client knows he is among his own. He is greeted by a properly pretty receptionist. A secretary arrives and escorts him downward properly hushful, carpeted halls flanked by handsome offices. The personnel he passes are well-baked, pleasant, conservatively dressed. An inordinately high pct of the partners he is likely to meet resemble Bob Newhart; and they are all articulate, polished, eminently professional person.
Except for Gordon Bunshaft. Even after all these years, and fifty-fifty though his own designs, more than those of any of his associates, take created Due south.O.M.'s architectural image, Bunshaft is yet a picayune incongruous in the slick Due south.O.Thousand. setting. In the start identify, he is likely to come and fetch you from the reception expanse himself. In the second place, he looks admittedly cypher like Bob Newhart: He is (despite a contempo weight loss of some xx‐odd pounds) rather portly; he walks slowly, wears a crew cutting, generously cutting dark suits with suspenders and dark ties, and is normally biting downwardly on ane of his several black sandblast pipes. In the third place, his delivery—1 suspects deliberately — is not shine. He is economical with his words, which he spits out in a thick, raspy voice. His answers to questions—whether his secretary's, an interviewer'due south, a customer's or a colleague'due south — are not phrased in executive jargon; they are frank, direct, simple. Will y'all speak to Mr. T? No. (And no elaboration is asked for.) May I meet you about X or Y? Later. And to make matters tougher (for others), Bunshaft wears eyeglasses with lenses so thick and distorting that it is often hard to tell if he is looking past you or glaring at y'all.
When he appears, the young architects in the drafting room tense up. He is a perfectionist with only and then much tolerance for errors and none at all for shoddiness. I youthful staff member had this to say: "Bunshaft is a tyrant. A existent bastard. He's never wrong."
That annotate might be echoed by any of several younger architects who accept run caput‐on into Bunshaft in another situation—his role equally a member of the Washington, D. C., Fine Arts Commission, which passes on the suitability and placement of architecture in the official, institutional area of the city. Here, even more than at S.O.M., Bunshaft likes to have his way, and he is known for being particularly rough on the work of younger, more progressive architects. Indeed, he has been accused of vetoing designs simply because they do not expect similar his ain. Builder Romaldo Giurgola's new headquarters building for the American Institute of Architects was redesigned three times to meet Bunshaft's objections; finally, when Bunshaft nevertheless didn't like it, the frustrated Giurgola gave up the commission altogether. Robert Venturi'southward luck was no meliorate: after his firm won the Washington Redevelopment Land Authority'due south competition for a design for the Transportation Square role building, Bunshaft's complaints acquired the project to be completely redesigned (past an associated firm, non Venturi's) in a style that was really more than S.O.Chiliad. than Venturi.
The consciously antimonumental school of architecture that such rising figures as Venturi and Giurgola represent infuriates Bunshaft, and he makes no try to exist diplomatic about his differences with them. His antagonism toward Venturi, who is by and large considered the leading theorist of this group, is sufficient to have caused him twice to block a move to give Venturi the prestigious Brunner Prize in Architecture, presented annually to an up‐andcoming architect by the National Institute of Arts and Letters, of which Bunshaft is a board fellow member. Bunshaft himself was i of the showtime winners of the $1,000 grant—"only," every bit he puts it, "past the time I got it I wasn't so upand‐coming any more than. I must've been about 40. Anyhow, I happen to exist the chairman of the laurels commission. Well, last twelvemonth, Louis Kahn, who'southward also on the committee, wanted to give information technology to Venturi, and I said, 'Louie, the others aren't going to go along and if they did I'd resign; I'll have no office of it.' So he didn't get it. This year, Philip Johnson joined the states on the commission, and he said he found Venturi 'interesting.' Interesting! And Kahn suggested Venturi over again. I said, 'Louie, I don't sympathize. Yous do disciplined architecture; you're defended to great architecture; and yous're talking about this man who hasn't built a decent building —or semidecent—and who'southward against compages! I don't get it.' And Kahn said, 'Well, he's bright and he's got a futurity—' and I said, 'Louie, you're mixing upward personal friendship with architecture.' I think he knows venturi. Anyway, Venturi didn't become information technology."
Bunshaft is, only as Venturi'due south followers claim, a traditionalist in his arroyo to compages. He loves architecture as an art, and he frankly loves to design large monuments — monuments to compages, and monuments to himself. Candor offends him. Merely it is not true that he is incapable of appreciating visions that are dissimilar from his Speaking, for example, of the work of Paolo Soleri, the visionary architect of the Arizona desert, Bunshaft says, "Soleri is a poet. I love to wait at his drawings and models. He'south actually a poet. That bear witness at the Whitney [in the summer of 1970] only knocked me out. He does existent works of art."
Works of art, Bunshaft says, are his "real passion," and when he is non out tyrannizing the help or opposing other architects he is probable to exist off somewhere consorting with artists or simply looking at art. Part of this is professional person: indeed, Bunshaft probably uses art better in combination with compages than any other builder today. The red, matte‐finished, slightly uncubical cube with the pigsty in it past Isamu Noguchi in front of 140 Broadway is one of the almost effectively placed pieces of outdoor sculpture in New York. A brilliant, precariously counterbalanced, almost whimsical moment punctuating the high, narrow, severely vertical, shiny gray surface behind it, the work of art makes the building better and the building makes the sculpture amend. It is this quality, and not some statusseeking, that Bunshaft is afterward when he encourages his clients to put some of their construction dollars into art.
The Hunt Manhattan Banking company, which seems to take as much art within as the Whitney, has a large, elevated plaza that is still without sculpture. This is not because Chase ran out of money. "Nosotros wanted to be very detail," Bunshaft explains. After a cracking deal of idea, client and builder agreed that a grouping of Giacometti figures would exist perfect—"merely they'd have to be big, very, very big. He agreed to do it. But then, right after he got back to Italy, he died."
At the present time, Jean Dubuffet is making some of his huge "trees"—big, flat, painted sculptures, normally black and white, that look only vaguely like copse—for the e end of Chase'south plaza. "When they go upward," Bunshaft says, "you'll be able to stand at the [southwest] corner of 140 Broadway, look left and see the Noguchi and straight ahead to the Dubuffet. That ought to be something." But when he says information technology, in that location's a bit of sadness in his vox, sadness less for the loss of the Giacometti figures than for the loss of his friend Giacometti.
In general, though, his friendships with some of the earth's great artists are among the joys of Bunshaft's life. So is owning their works. In 1954, he and his married woman, Nina, bought their showtime painting, a Leger, and since then they have steadily, advisedly put together a pocket-sized, eclectic, and very personal collection.
Some of their collection is kept at their flat in Manhattan House, a residence that S.O.Grand. designed in the early nineteen‐fifties in collaboration with other architects (and 1 of the very few residences that Southward.O.1000. has always done); simply the greater part of the collection is kept at their domicile in East Hampton. A white, rectangular four — room box with huge glass panels overlooking Georgica Pond, the Bunshaftdesigned house appears well-nigh to have been congenital effectually the fine art. A living‐room wall xviii feet long, for example, has a painting by Helen Frankenthaler 17 feet long. (The business firm, alas, is six years older than the Frankenthaler: the tight fit is past happy circumstance, non pattern.) The second‐largest piece in the room is a Picasso tapestry, and otherwise the walls are busy but not crowded with a Miro, several Dubuffets, and a Leger, amid others. There is sculpture inside and out, some African and Oriental, a new and extraordinary Henry Moore, a Giacometti, a couple of the smaller Dubuffet trees, a Noguchi, and here and there clusters of cheerfully painted rocks that turned out to be the work of Mrs. Bunshaft. If one quality can be said to characterize the whole collection, it is whimsy.
Perhaps information technology is that quality that makes the Bunshaft domicile in E Hampton so comfortable and informal. Walls and pedestals filled with fine art tin be intimidating in a living room, but here they aren't. Which may explain why Bunshaft is so relaxed here, so quick to express mirth, so eager to talk and mind and confide—to reveal, over‐all, a boyishness and enthusiasm and very existent warmth that practise not come up across in his part.
"Well, yous know, I make a pretty fair living," he was saying to a caller at East Hampton not long ago, "and I never have a dollar in the bank. I don't ain a single share of stock, either. We put all …" and at this indicate he was interrupted by a tapping at the picture window. "Oh, my," he mumbled without so much as glancing at the tapper, but he immediately rose from the burrow, went to the kitchen, got four slices of white bread, came dorsum to the living room, slid open the window panel, handed the bread to a swan, closed the panel, sat dorsum down, and said, "We put all our money into art. And since we don't have any heirs, well, art's a expert thing to put your money into."
His love of art and architecture is finding combined expression in ane of his works‐in‐progress: the Joseph H. Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D. C. In his capacity as a member of the Fine Arts Commission, Bunshaft had a manus in locating a site for the new museum. And a fine, conspicuous site it is, situated midway on the Mall between the Capitol and Washington Monument—across the Mall from, but betwixt, the National Portrait Gallery and the National Gallery of Art.
The museum, the newest addition to the Smithsonian Institution complex, will firm, naturally, the formidable modem fine art collection of Joseph H. Hirshhorn. The edifice that Bunshaft has designed is cylindrical—more than specifically, doughnut shaped—with a diameter of 231 feet. This makes it quite a large museum: New York'south Guggenheim really could fit into the doughnut's pigsty, which, incidentally, is slightly off‐center. Three stories loftier, the structure is supported past just four piers. Because these columns and a pocket-size antechamber are the museum's only contact with the ground, a maximum amount of outdoor plaza is provided for the display of sculpture. Elevators and escalators volition have people from the lobby to the ii floors of exhibition galleries. The top story volition contain offices and rooms with sliding racks for the storage of paintings non on brandish.
What you actually encounter is somewhat tricky affair because those four incurved piers simply do not look sufficiently potent to hold upward such a gigantic cylindrical mass. Yous enter at the level where these columns touch down, and you look up under the cylinder, the lesser of which is coffered with ribs ten feet deep. Even at this stage of construction, when the cylinder is barely half its eventual height of 82 feet, yous feel a momentary only genuine reluctance to trust those piers and step under that patterned ceiling. It doesn't seem right that and then much weight should exist up there like that, supported past and so piddling. Phen the mistrust passes, and you walk nether the ceiling and out into the central court — the off‐center pigsty—and in the middle of that, or actually slightly offmiddle of that, is a circular fountain. In the court, you experience the dramatic sculptural quality of the edifice even more than than from outside, because from at that place you have a perspective of circles within circles within circles, each offcenter, radiating out from where you are, and there'southward the coffer design whirling around you, and the vertical filigree of the windows encircling
"I really haven't been fair to all the sculpture that'll exist down hither, take I?" Bunshaft asks with a piffling laugh, and he may exist right: it's hard to imagine how the works of fine art will compete with the sculpture of Bunshaft'due south building.
Although S.O.Yard. habitually assigns an architectural engineer to serve every bit the firm's man‐on‐the‐site of major projects, Bunshaft likes to pay periodic visits to his buildings under construction. On his latest inspection of the Hirshhorn Museum, in early May, he was clearly delighted with the way things were going. The only mistake he institute was hands reparable, but the mode he found it and the firmness with which he ordered it corrected revealed much about his notorious attention to detail.
Shortly before the stop of his tour of the site, Bunshaft turned a corner and saw a slab of sandblasted concrete, most xviii by 36 inches, leaning against a stack of building materials. "Is this that slab?" he snapped "Unacceptable! Expect at it! It's blueish!" The concrete used for the museum has a special crushed granite aggregate which volition give the surface a rich, rough texture when information technology is sandblasted. The item granite that Bunshaft specified for the aggre gate imparts a pinkish tinge. But when he saw the sample slab, Bunshaft took a small piece of physical with the correct aggregate and placed it alongside. Up close, and dry, they looked about alike. Bunshaft wet both pieces with saliva, nonetheless, and so the colour departure became apparent. That Bunshaft alone among an entourage composed mostly of professionals had spotted the difference at a glance was impressive enough; but the observation was peculiarly remarkable in view of his poor eyesight.
But very little escapes the bespectacled centre of Gordon Bunshaft. He concerns himself with every aspect of his buildings, he demands a great deal from his colleagues, he pushes himself—all in a constant effort to keep growing, to proceed making better architecture. In many respects he is an artist in the tradition of the two giants he nigh admires: Le Corbusier and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. But he is too—not intuitively, but past railroad train ing and through his gratitude —a visitor man, a businessman‐architect who serves businessmen clients. These factors—that he is an artist in a commercial outfit—are the sources of both his strengths and weaknesses as an builder.
A young architect evaluated S.O.M. this manner: "South.O.G. is the establishment's favorite because [its designers] practise merely enough. They make very good, very practiced‐looking, and very well‐executed buildings —flawlessly executed, you lot might say. They know all the newest techniques and utilize them meliorate than everyone else, and they even innovate—up to a indicate. But they never, never shake whatsoever foundations…."
But while such a comment may be truthful of S.O.1000. nationwide—the Chicago office in detail seems to have hit on a Miesian formula and stayed with information technology—it is hard to see how it could really be idea to describe Bunshaft. For his New York design team has proved open to change and growth in many directions. Lever House, with its residual betwixt horizontal and vertical and its top on stilts, revealed that Bunshaft was a stylistic descendant of both Le Corbusier and Mies van der Rohe. With Lever a success, Bunshaft moved on to the bones verticality and more ordered simplicity of the Manufacturers Hanover bank, of Pepsico, of Chase — all Miesian. An unorthodox experiment in marble for the Beinecke Library, heavy concrete for the Johnson Library, dorsum to horizontals for the new United States Steel tower opposite 140 Broadway — Bunshaft changes. He is the artist who keeps S.O.K. New York moving, while S.O.Thousand. New York is the business organisation that gets his buildings built.
It is the combination of art and business that has secured for S.O.M. the Convention and Exhibition Eye commission. Thomas Galvin, executive vice president in charge of design and construction of the New York City Convention and Exhibition Corporation (a nonprofit organization established past the State Legislature last year to undertake the projection), was responsible for making the selection of an architect. He appear the criteria in advance: They included a consistent record of blueprint excellence; cost‐consciousness; sufficient staff; political sensitivity. And then he invited 27 architects and firms to compete for the chore, non through the submission of models or plans, but through interviews and submission of their records and reputations to examination. The field narrowed to the usual finalists: Johnson, I. Yard. Pei, Chicago's C. F. Murphy, S.O.M. S.O.Grand. was selected, co-ordinate to Galvin, because information technology not only met the criteria just had proven it most recently in its treatment of the monumental 50.B.J. Library and adjacent library complex at the University of Texas.
How the Fifty.B.J. Library relates to the Convention and Exhibition Heart in its "parkriver" urban environment is unclear, but the Johnson Library is, if nix else, enormous. Designed in association with the Texas firm of Brooks, Barr, Graeber and White, the travertine — faced structure contains something of almost all things awe-inspiring in all history. It is as opaque every bit Stonehenge, every bit dense every bit the Pyramids, as compelling as the giant heads of Easter Island. The windowless, canted facades, inside and out, suggest, every bit Ada Louise Huxtable has written, "massive antiquities. Even the descent to the men'south room is like entering an Egyptian tomb."
The Convention and Exhibition Center, one hopes, will not exist anything like a tomb, or even a monument. Information technology is likewise soon to tell, though, because the first sketches have not even been made. The team, notwithstanding, is being assembled.
"I think," says Bunshaft, "this can exist one of the nigh important projects of the decade for New York. It can make a terribly important contribution past providing usable infinite for the immediate community and for the greater New York community, and it will be important because it will not just be our solution, but a solution worked out by the community." (The corporation has guaranteed the adjacent community a part in the planning.) "We have the volition, the know‐how, the staff. Walter Severinghaus volition handle the administration. He's the one who'll get this thing built. We've brought Norman Klein up from our Washington office. He'll bargain with the community. We've signed Warren Travers every bit the transportation consultant. That'due south a big chore because nosotros've got to written report the upshot this center will have on traffic all over the city, and we are responsible for redesigning a new West Side Highway accommodation within the eye. Trayers'll take intendance of that. This matter will be a team endeavour…."
Speaking of the technical challenges, the teamwork, the obligation to community, the sober responsibilities fastened to the new project, Gordon Bunshaft is serious and sincere. Speaking of the joy he feels to be able to play a part in the development of New York's much belated and much needed new park‐onthe‐river, Bunshaft is genuinely honored, even humble. Well, nearly humble. But not until he is speaking of compages, just architecture, do his eyes brighten and his voice become adolescent. "Look at this," he says, pulling out a map, squinting at it, pointing out the site. "Forty acres. In Manhattan. The center'll have 60, lxx coming together rooms, the largest seating about a g people, and offices and eating places and all that, but the main thing is exhibi tion space. They want to build 750,000 square feet of exhibition infinite. You can't guess how large that is, but I tin requite y'all a slight hint past saying they figured it out as something like 28 football fields." He lets that sink in for a moment, and then he laughs. Information technology is a laugh pregnant with pleasure, but one of amazement more than amusement. "That'south a lot of area…."
"You know," mused Bunshaft, "this is probably the kind of project that is going to do over the metropolis. I think there'll be more and more big projects getting started. And they'll be done by private enterprise, not by regime. I'thousand no capitalist, yous know, I'chiliad simply interested in building buildings, but that'due south how I come across it happening. Even now you come across private corporations and quasiprivate corporations like this one thinking more and more than of big areas instead of little blocks. Take lower Manhattan. They're filling in the water down there, from Wall Street all the way to the Bombardment, putting in new office buildings and housing and schools. These projects will be encouraged past the Planning Commission, but government won't take care of them. Never authorities. The all-time people, the smartest, just aren't in government. These things'll be executed by the private sector…."
Well, maybe, possibly not. But if Bunshaft is right, then information technology is tough to imagine a firm ameliorate equipped than his to pb the fashion. Bunshaft and S.O.M. build better buildings, more lovingly, than any other commercial architecture firm; and many of their works concord their own with the best architecture of the century. Functionally, their buildings are always audio; and if they occasionally miss the mark esthetically, the failures reflect, every bit often as not, a pattern spirit that is also adventurous, not too conservative.
In the cease it may too be said out loud: the spirit of S.O.M.‐New York is the artist'due south. Gordon Bunshaft probably has fabricated Skidmore, Owings & Merrill the force it is today in architecture, and information technology is a big one. Truthful, S.O.Chiliad., the concern, gets buildings congenital, but and so practise Harrison & Abramovitz, Emery Roth, and others that are big, and swell, and that have non congenital buildings every bit adept as some of Mies van der Rohe's and Le Corbusier's. Bunshaft's firm has. S.O.Thousand. should exist S.O.Thou.B.■
Source: https://www.nytimes.com/1972/07/23/archives/the-establishments-architectplus.html
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