People either love or hate DC's concrete, Brutalist buildings. A new exhibition asks whether they're misunderstood & brings in architects to reimagine the polarizing spaces. I speak with the curators.
I look at the FBI all the time. I envision each square a series of crayon colors, changing with the day,night, light, seasons. They’ve put up so many blackout curtains I can no longer catch glimpses of the people who gave it humanity. One winter night, a heavy snow falling, I was sure I saw a woman at a window waiting for her ride. It was only a well coated coat tree. Mystery behind the curtains. I hope it doesn’t leave.
I look at the FBI all the time. I envision each square a series of crayon colors, changing with the day,night, light, seasons. They’ve put up so many blackout curtains I can no longer catch glimpses of the people who gave it humanity. One winter night, a heavy snow falling, I was sure I saw a woman at a window waiting for her ride. It was only a well coated coat tree. Mystery behind the curtains. I hope it doesn’t leave.