Several months ago, I had an "assignment" in Chicago. Chicago is one of those strange cities that can mimic other cities, other parts of the world. Summer can feel like Rio; winter like Stockholm. Even the summer sky near dusk mimics the famous l'heure bleue of Paris - though Paris has a notoriously lazy sky (forever to rise, forever to set).
However Chicago is very original when it comes to architecture. Here is a moment of absolute lyric beauty that many visitors don't have a chance to see. I've given the names of the architect and the sculptor; both are major.
Fashion isn't merely about clothing. Fashion is a reflection of who we are in a particular moment in time (and the means by which we make that reflection). In this case, think back to a time when:
- Pan Am ruled the skies
- Diana Vreeland was without equal
- the United Nations was the embodiment of humanity's progress
But Chicago's architectural glories are not all behind her. If you know the name Calatrava, then you know exactly what is next.
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