the spatial environments that stay in our memories, and thus define our histories, our selves, are more often places than spaces. The common place becomes historic space: the doorway where a first kiss happened, the backyard pool of a lifechanging conversation, the second bathroom stall on the right.
The banality of our memory spaces is astounding.
Not that impressive spaces don't stick with us, lasting imagery in memory, but the places that are truly important are usually of the ordinary.
There is power in this- event transforms space, however banal, into powerful place.
Is it possible to design for place and not just space?
Is this the same as designing for experience?
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Half-serious musings on architecture, student woes, and the quirks of life in the city.
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