This atrocity is planned to go up opposite where I was raised on Merseyside. This motley collection of dildos, salt cellars and maintenance shafts resembles an oil refinery out of the Jetsons. Plug fucking ugly.
The upside of the whole thing is that, hopefully, it won’t see the light of day and will be added to the ever-towering heap of unrealized architectural proposals that have threatened Liverpool’s classical skyline in the last 50 years. In my home town of New Brighton, they planned a retro apartment block that not only blocked out the river view for everyone else but was also threatened by the slightest high tide. Eventually, it was dropped because a local councillor had omitted to put the project out to tender and had enlisted a company whose track record had used similar tactics in the past to get commissions. When these Masons get together, why don’t they stay sober until they’ve got things properly worked out? Then, at least, they might put some people into work and rejuvenate one of the poorest areas in the UK instead of endlessly formulating plans that will never see fruition.
You’ve got to hand it to these lads: while the UK were churning out miner’s hovels ten-to-the-dozen, the Italian Futurists were designing the cities of the future. They took Russian art guru and Suprematist Kasimir Malevitch’s ‘Black Square’ philosophy and turned it into concrete. Not only that, they ran over dogs in the first sports cars, drank polluted factory effluence and made music out of noises (Zang Tum Tum).
Whatever happened to Art Movements?