Nerd Level: ● The year was 1993, I was freshly graduated and I was on my mind so many ideas to choose the option to subscribe, is not particularly attracted me. Discarded "a priori" lack of passion for the sciences, engineering discarded because it was deemed inconclusive and arrogant, discarded letters because it is true that my head was elsewhere, but the consciousness of a future as unemployed was really tangible, remained only architecture. I admit that at the time that I was not just "most present" on this planet, I could do everything, but I was not interested. I was "elsewhere", but that's another story linked to the launching of name "boccadombra" and deserves a post of its own.
As I said, there remained only architecture.
I enrolled with sum of my joy and amazement of all, I had informed my choice until the end.
I entered the sacred fire fed by the architecture: for me it meant Gaudi architecture, Piano, Ando, \u200b\u200bGehry.
The situation that I found was actually rather depressing and dysfunctional. The speech is one of those names, amounted to a papal excommunication. The class teacher is still struggling to understand who he was "cchiùcoinnarure" ("stronger" ndt) between Wright and Le Corbusier. One of the first books that made us read was "Remarks on the elementary building" of Tessenow. I remember clearly the temptation I had to wipe my ass with that book, but I managed to resist. My curiosity and critical thinking made me wonder if I were to go wrong. Also because the environment was a blast. One of the advantages of the faculty of architecture, at least at that time, the meeting was really good and creative people, those who knew immediately that if they had not had a practical spirit, would have been hopelessly oppressed and discouraged by the reality of things. It was all unruly, out of scale: even the building was a huge monster that folds in on itself, full of secret passageways leading to exits or sides adjacent to the convent. In short, it was a magical and charming, and removed the professors, the students sought also to make it alive. Unfortunately more years passed, the more I "disenchanted", the more petty of the mechanisms of power and "give the materials for survival took precedence over what was my idea, perhaps a bit 'too romantic architecture. Moreover, the whole was topped by a class teacher in no uncertain terms or genes of a skill and a preparation or unmatched, and these were the most unfortunately, ignorance of goats, to paraphrase one of my colleagues then, "narrow-minded , supine and unanimous. " But that excelled in power and arrogance, and how it excels. In short, I took lessons but at the same time I started working as a graphic designer. In hindsight, I think it was the best choice right: throw directly into the mechanisms that involved the petty world of work, not only opened my eyes before, but I did understand that this place could not give me anything but the little that I could "extract" to a professor, worthy of that title. To be honest here, most of the professors that I pledged to follow, migrated from there to little or to other universities or from other faculties, a little 'to confirm what I thought. In a radically ill, they were, "the healthy" anomalies.
I left the faculty in 1997, first to go to "advertising technique, then, once it is established that the Italian university system to be sick, then decided to abandon studies.
E 'a decision that even today many reproach me. I think about it calmly, I have no regret and, if you go back, I would do everything the same.
Architecture will always remain in my heart for what is intrinsically and for what they gave me. If it were done as of right, it would be "LA" faculty par excellence, an option which provides a spectrum so wide and so full of knowledge, as to be envied by others. Instead, currently produces only snobs who sip red wine, shed words on the shape of the city, read the latest Pennac certainly have a poor preparation, but the right political knowledge, worship music, from classical to heavy metal, but secretly listen Baglioni, have the right amount of hair on my stomach, those three layers, not more, not to feel cold and taste, with all due respect, probably from a construction site near the ' have precisely because they had seen. In reality, it must be in the nature of the architect to be eclectic and having to improvise a bit 'engineer, a little' mason, a bit 'artist: just think of the genius of Gaudi in Parc Güell use of the pavilions or shapes chosen by Ando , recalling the purpose of the structure, like the Church of Light. Li form, function, technique and match in a sublime creation. And 'Fuck Bruno Zevi.
Of course, beyond the experience pleasing and people, is this love for the coincidence of form, function, technique and creation in a work, the most precious thing I have left from my studies. And he knew, beyond what we already know, names like Ungers, Campos Venuti, Mies van der Rohe.
Surely four years have been intense, decisive, preparatory, related to a lot of laughs, with events also awkward, as when I gave her the "bitch" to an aide who was behind me, of stubbornness, as when I gave a " micro-versus-lesson "on Gaudi's self in space, of sleepless nights and important choices. Just one example of architecture that I met Sabina for me is like a sister or that being writing allowed me to attend the comic Gianni Allegra or that it was during a math class that I knew what would become my wife.
Years after my "retirement" I happened to read "The responsibility of the architect, Renzo Piano.
In that book, I found exactly all the reasons that led to my retirement.
And for a moment, I felt less alone.
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