A lot of times, the only interest we have in developments is the finishing touches – -the breaking ground of a new project or the demolishing and refurbishing of a redevelopment. It goes without saying, though, that those moments are not the whole story. There is a lot of fight that goes on without the rallying cry of public interest to push it forward. The redevelopment I wanted to cover today, of Georgetown’s West Heating Plant, was first brought to the table in 2013. For reference, that’s when Macklemore was singing about Thrift Shops and Miley Cyrus was hell bent on killing her Disney princess image by way of a foam finger. If you’ve buried those memories, you’re not alone, and the point is simple: it’s been a while. … DC DEVELOPMENT(S): GEORGETOWN WEST HEATING PLANT PROPOSAL
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but ugly is universal. Is that a saying? That should be a saying. It’s true when it comes to buildings, anyway. While there are certain architectural novelties that the culture may have soured on – Brutalism, for example – we can all imagine a time and circumstance in which big concrete cubes and slabs probably looked pretty cool. Truly ugly buildings, though, you just slap yourself on the forehead and say, why?! Put on your snickerin’ pants, and let’s look at some of the most ill-conceived and derided buildings in the world.
Before, things looked good because people genuinely wanted them to look good. If you had fluffed pillows on your couch, it was because you were so type A your drapes matched your rug down to the Pantone #. Or, if you had cute table place settings or the perfect curation of cute but worldly items on your shelf it was because you had a flair for home décor, not because you had to sweat it out in case your space was ‘grammed. Oh, Instagram, the source of all modern-day envy and the world where you can never let your guard down – it’s got to (all) be picture perfect. I mean what if somebody is over at your house and they check into your custom location (Casa de ______), and it’s not looking like you are a free spirited painted who went to town at West Elm on a lawyer-level budget? The horror.