Since the very beginning of the series on Psycho-poetry, the name of Friedensreich Hundertwasser kept lingering on my mind. One of the psycho-poems of his I love most, is situated in New Zealand – that’s the public toilets of the small town of Kawakawa.
Love writing on the walls? You’re welcome! There’s a street in Vilnius where it is all very legal – no bans no fines no scandals, just some basic rules to follow.
Summer’s short in Vilnius, so good things happen one after another, dense in time and beauty. There’s a place – bellow the sky above the ground – that hosts a table, two chairs, a tea set, and a stunning view to the Old Town’s churches and roofs.
A short dialogue that the American architect Louis Kahn had with a… brick
Architects talking to bricks, photographers shooting car portraits, people building eared houses, designers creating toilet brushes, and artists designing coffeepots for masochists… and then again, architects tuning up public toilets in Kawakawa. What is all this list about? Do they have something in common? Should they?