Raw concrete. No apology. The structure IS the ornament. Form follows force. Ten thousand people sleep inside this machine for living — and it does not care what they dream.
La Maison Radieuse. The machine for living. Pilotis raise the slab from the earth as if embarrassed by the ground.
National Theatre. Strata. Layers of poured intention stacked against the Thames, daring the sky to complain.
Art & Architecture. Ribbed. Corduroy concrete dragged across form so the shadows always fall right.