Driving past this freshman dorm at MIT this week I again had a thought of what it would be to live there. The spot was a pickle factory when I was there a few decades ago and the blinking pickle would keep you company at height when you were working through problem sets.
But look at this facade, the windows are minuscule, the colors look like a kindergarten class and the facade is sending out a message of near despair.
Thus the argument that the recent trends in architecture have meaning in my humble opinion are empty. Bring back the pickle.
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