David Pollock reflects on the debate around the restoration of Glasgow School of Art’s charred Mackintosh building, compared with the relative disinterest in the city’s other architectural prizes.
When I was a boy and I attended (note the past tense) my local church amid the council estates of a Scottish New Town, the building we went to had long become overfamiliar to me even by the time I learned to look around and realise that buildings were different at all, and that they might have been made with a higher purpose beyond simply what went on in them.
Within the high, white-painted brick walls and the angular wooden pews worn round-edged by decades of worship (even though the building was a brutalist post-war affair built in the 1950s in the spirit of Le Corbusier, and very you... Keep reading on The List
When I was a boy and I attended (note the past tense) my local church amid the council estates of a Scottish New Town, the building we went to had long become overfamiliar to me even by the time I learned to look around and realise that buildings were different at all, and that they might have been made with a higher purpose beyond simply what went on in them.
Within the high, white-painted brick walls and the angular wooden pews worn round-edged by decades of worship (even though the building was a brutalist post-war affair built in the 1950s in the spirit of Le Corbusier, and very you... Keep reading on The List