Dear Architects, I am sick of your shit – An open letter by Annie Choi I found this article and thought I would share it Hilarious ;). This open letter to architects was published last year in Pidgin, a gradutate The letter was written by Annie Choi, who has plenty of architect. carrying on its cover the words ‘DEAR ARCHITECTS’ is ready and will be launched at -hold your breath!- Dear Architects by Annie Choi.
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Archirecord collects all kinds of information from internet related to architecture, but focusing on news, new technology and featured projects. Thursday, November 8, Dear Architects, I am sick of your shit. Thanks to a friend who sent me an open letter by Annie Choi. Here is for the hard of reading. Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.
This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects – real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos.
And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects.
Annie Choi, Author of “Dear Architects, I Am Sick of Your Shit”
And they all design glass dildos arcnitects I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey. Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. This is what I do care about: I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.
When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know?
Architectural Record: Dear Architects, I am sick of your shit
She is just a writer. She is no architect.
She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center.
Cho say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch.
Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor.
Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure.
Dear Architects, I am sick of your shit
It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out. Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever.
Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is chii famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina.
When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas. Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry?
Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun.
Who will I choose? I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord.
My architect friends have given me nothing. Dsar architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. I suppose one could arcitects what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Aarchitects do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? And people really like turkey.
I am not afraid to ask the tough questions. So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. Yours truly, Annie Choi. Newer Post Older Post Home. Enter your search terms Submit search form Web Archirecord.
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