Since Sunday

Since Sunday I have been given a studio project, cooked Alfredo Pasta for 4, heard stories about how Mies was fired as Dean of IIT, and gotten stuck in an elevator for an hour or so.

Studio Project for the Semester:
The Les Halles project is going to be my full semester project. Using the programme that was issued and used by the 4 firms that competed in the closed design competition last year. The Project wont be totally comprehensive, but as resolved as time will allow, but including landscaping.
At issue is the current dilapidated state and homeless element that is indicative of the park/metro/shopping Les Halles area, in particular the pavilion and below-ground mall. It has once again become the belly of Paris. Another concern is that maybe the site no longer counts as an arrival hub for Paris.

Sunday night all the students went over to Prof. Roesch's apartment for dinner, salad Nicoise. We Got to hear stories about What Mies was like as a teacher and a boss as Prof. Roesch had the honor of working under him in both capacities. Nice diggs for IIT Professors here. I want to graduate and take over the IIT in Paris Program.

I have been cooking dinner for myself and three other student and in exchange they pay for the groceries. I actually am enjoying cooking again and am considering dropping out of architecture school to find a job on a french kitchen brigade. YEAH RIGHT! So Monday night I cooked Alfredo pasta for everyone and it turned out good. We all decided to go for a walk up to the big church (sacré coeur) on the hill you can see from our kitchen. Along the way we bought a bottle of pear wine and just walked and sipped from tthebottle. I'm not sure if this is o.k., but we've seen several people doing it. Hell I almost got hit with a golf by the three knuckleheads that were playing golf. Anyways on the way back home we stopped in the studio to use the bathroom. Myself and another we in the elevator will the other two took the stair. As the elevator (which says it hold 4 people and is only 2'x3') starts to go down I was shifting my self and bumped up against the wall. Guess what! Don't move in Otis Elevators in Paris. . . They stop between floors. And there is no trap door in the ceiling. And, there is no latch on the inside to open the outside door. 1 hour latter a smiling repair man shows-up to UNLOCK the door and pulls us up and out.



We have started to book trips. A day drink in Munich for Oktoberfest over night train to Leipzig Where Prof. Roesch was born and lived until the Russians occupied it at the end of the war, spend a night there, morning train to Hamburg and a nigh there then morning train to Copenhagen and hopefully meet some guys formerly know as PLOT. That's it for now.