Samuel Medina
Articles
Personifications of pure, uncut genius square up against philistinism and its legion of jowly middlemen.
With each new draft—one more improvident than the last—Boris Iofan allowed the Palace of the Soviets to float higher into an illusory realm.
Rafael Herrin-Ferri’s guidebook to Queens’ polymorphous saltboxes, shotguns, and McMansions is a romp through New York’s “global village.”
The air in which the manifold facsimiles and translations were suspended was stale.
He was an architect who designed for infinity, if not for the future.
Without a Party, what is left other than trolling Dezeen?
Hard-nosed rationalism proves a poor prophylactic against sinuous human desire.
Dispatches
10/17/23
Centennial Man
NOMAD —
“I was sitting in Crown Hall with a friend, and Judy walked by.”
5/5/23
Biomorphique Fantastique
UPPER WEST SIDE —
Beyond the frame lies something more mundane: drywall, and lots of it.
3/2/23
Screen Presence
PRINCETON —
Kats’s presentation diverged from the standard monographic treatment by fastening onto a wider perspective.
12/1/22
Star Turns
Hamilton Heights —
In a bottom drawer, she found an unfinished novel (“kinda trashy”) Berman had penned in the mid-1960s, involving romantic love and the Weather Underground.
