the skirt as facade
9 December 2008
I first saw the Trellick Tower skirt on needled. This was back in the old days, before there was a global financial crisis, in the golden age of economic expansion when the boom was going to last forever and the exchange rate was good. I have a soft spot for Trellick Tower, because I used to live in that part of west London, and it was one of my landmarks. So I took me immediately to Clothkits and bought two skirt kits, because I couldn’t decide whether I wanted the facade or the full picture.
When the package arrived (and what a lovely package, with everything you need to make the skirt all nicely wrapped and tied with a polka-dot ribbon) I had much amusement with the facade skirt, making Mr MachenMachen (an architect by trade) guess the building.
He: “It’s L’Unité d’Habitation!”
He: “Umm, Mies Van Der Rohe?”
She: “Null points!”
He: “Please tell me you haven’t bought a skirt by Norman Foster…”
She: “Darling, I promise you I’ll never bring a Norman Foster skirt into the house so long as you live.”
He: “I give up, and resign myself to the inevitable damage to my modernist cred.”
She: “It’s Trellick Tower! And you lose points for conflating modernism and brutalism.”
He: “I’ve taught you well… Promise me you won’t wear it to my work Xmas party.”
She: “Why not? Worried I might make your boss play Guess the Facade?”
He: “You’d lose. I just don’t want people to think I made you wear it.”
I did modify the skirt slightly, by putting some darts in the top (so the balconies get a slight kink in them), because my hips are a full size bigger than my waist. I also put an invisible zip in the bottom of the back seam, so I can ride my bike in it. Now I’m off to make the other one (and to see how many architects stop me in the street).