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‘It didn’t matter if someone liked it or not’: six resulting architects revisit their first committee

From a beach cafe to a social housing ziggurat: this is where it all began for Norman Foster, Asif Khan and others

Norman Foster

Amenity centre and fare terminal for Fred Olsen, Millwall docks, London, 1969 -7 0
I met Richard Rogers in the early 60 s at Yale School of Architecture in the US, where we were both studying for our master’s. We got to get well and mixed armies to organize Team 4, with Wendy Cheeseman and her sister Georgie Walton, who was the only registered architect at the conglomerate. Wendy and I married and, after four years, we set up Foster Accompanied in her bedsit. It was 1967: there were no affiliates and no projects.

A part-time architecture student worked with us. His father worked for a shipping company in Millwall wharves in east London, announced Fred Olsen. He knew it was looking to build an amenity centre for its personnel and I got an audience with the dock manager. I was 33.

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Norman Foster at Millwall Docks:’ The dock manager had never met an architect before. He gave me three weeks to come up with a proposal.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

The facilities at the Port of London were horrible. Olsen was a progressive Norwegian company: it wanted to raise conditions for its employees. I arrived early and explored the site. The dock manager had never met an architect before. He showed me some existing patterns. As the conversation went on, I began to raise questions- not just about the building, but about how the entire operation ran. In the end, he agreed to give me three weeks to come up with a proposal.

Olsen’s ships combined trade with holiday cruises, carrying fares and freight in the same vessel. I find that a similar programme could be used to bring dock workers and managers together under the same roof. I identified a constrict story between two sheds on the waterfront. I introduced the dockers’ amenities on the ground floor and roles for administrative staff and management on the storey above.

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A Foster sketch of his 1969 projection, reaped on a lamp-post for photographer Michael Franke

” You can’t threw foul-mouthed dockers next to secretaries ,” was the immediate response. I had shaken everything up to such an extent that it was suggested I meet Fred Olsen himself. I argued that if you want to raise touchstones in the workplace, you should go beyond providing showers and bathrooms, and start to overcome the ingrained prejudices between management and workforce. He agreed to the project and gave us one year to deliver it.

The building was challenging technologically as well as socially. At the time , nobody in the UK had the knowhow to produce a glass wall with high-pitched thermal rendition. At my own cost, I flew to Pittsburgh to obtain a situated of wielding gleans from a company that could oblige the glass. Inside, we interposed a gaming country on the ground floor: there were ping-pong counters and dart timbers. Upstairs, Olsen’s skill accumulation was on the walls; this was revolutionary for an office building.

The Olsen building was visited by the computer company IBM, which commissioned us to build a temporary head office in Cosham, near Portsmouth. It is now grade II-listed. Today, a concrete wall is all that remains of the Olsen site. Revisiting the locating brought back some remarkable remembers. Olsen actually was a bastion of hope in a desert of industrial discord. Four year ago, my bride organised a astound defendant for my 80 th birthday and I learnt myself bear next to Fred Olsen. He said his only regret was that we didn’t build more projects together.

I am still doing versions of the same thing: improving parishes, whether I am designing for a Swiss hamlet or a disadvantaged community in Odisha, India, as I am through my organization. That has remained a constant, since that very first commission.

Thomas Heatherwick

Harvey Nichols, London fashion week window displays, 1997

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Thomas Heatherwick with the original store modeling, a’ ginormous polystyrene and aeroply arrangement ‘. Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

I met Terence Conran in my final time at the Royal College of Art, in 1994. He had come to give a talk and decided to buy a piece from my pattern degree reveal- a gazebo made from birch ply- for his back garden. He then asked me to design an interior display for the Conran Shop, so I made a layered organize from a kilometre of cardboard that displayed hundreds of kitchen items. Mary Portas, who worked for Harvey Nichols at the time, realized it and would like to know whether I could design a window display at the department store for London fashion week 1997. I was 27 and this was my first proper public project.

When you think of a window display, you automatically recollect: well, there is a window; what shall I make behind it? But I’ve always noted it interesting to try to take a step further back. I felt maybe I could do something more engaging, most dynamic. I didn’t want to attain something that was imprisoned behind glass, so focused instead on the masonry between the windows and came up with this ginormous polystyrene and aeroply design that weaved between the windows and the building.

I presented the relevant recommendations to Mary, belief she would say no. Everyone who visualized the propose thought it is not feasible to get the permissions. But Mary was up for it. I soon was revealed that, when you try to do something different, people want to be involved. We then had to find a way of stretching our minuscule budget to get this thing improved. There was a team of us working for PS3 an hour( about PS5. 60 today) in a vast studio in east London, including a couple of stone carvers from St Paul’s cathedral and a DJ who went past and asked if he could help. It was 1997, so computer-aided motif wasn’t really available. I had to carve this incredibly complex form into a 1:20 simulate that we then scaled up manually, employing massive membranes of diagram paper.

I knowledge a slight thrill on encounter the simulation again after 22 times. It was the first time I had done something so public- and there it was, suspended above people’s brains on Knightsbridge. I was anxious, but in a good way: you should be scared, you should be worried. It was a great success, thank goodness- it triumphed a D& AD[ Design and Art Direction] apportion that year. I remember sitting on a bus listening to parties wonder what it was about. For me, it didn’t matter when a person is would prefer it or not. It became the street more vivid and engaging.

Today, the authorities have 200 parties working at my studio; we don’t build things ourselves any more, but we still try to inspire curiosity in the public. The Harvey Nichols window display took a year from opinion to station. Right now, we are designing a brand-new terminal at Changi airport in Singapore that are able to take 10 times to complete. It involves millions of pounds of construction work and will endure for decades; but I feel the same strong gumption of duty to the people who will experience it.

My first public committee teach me the quality of precisely saving imagining, like a long-distance runner. It is easy for special things not to happen, but, sometimes, some of them do. And in order for them to happen, you must applied everything of yourself into them.

Kate Macintosh

Dawson’s Heights, Dulwich, London, 1972

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Kate Macintosh at Dawson’s Heights:’ Getting started felt exhilarating and terrifying.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

My father advocated I study building, which was a pretty advanced attitude for a man of his generation. After the second world war, he leader a department in a Scottish dwelling organisation; he was committed to providing decent casing for everybody, a faith we shared.

I studied at Edinburgh School of Art from 1955 to 1961. I remember a instructor taking me to one side and saying:” Young dames are not abysmally practical. Have you thought of doing something like interior design ?” I am a stubborn person and I fantasized: I’ll blood show you. Thereafter, I paid particular attention to how my propositions would be built.

After graduation, I laboured abroad – first in Poland, then in various inventors’ agencies in Sweden, Denmark and Finland. The whole mood in Europe was one of optimism. When I came back, I have a job with Denys Lasdun, “workin on” the National Theatre. After about a year, I learnt that this huge project was going to take ages to get on site. I was “the worlds largest” junior member of the team and I are essential in order to get my boots grimy, sharpish, and take on a commission of my own.

A lot of female architects begin by doing private residences, but I looked it as much more challenging to design a community. I interpreted there was huge pressure on London’s districts to provide housing. In 1965, at the age of 27, I took a job in the department of architecture and scheduling at Southwark council and, to my gigantic good fortune, I was immediately presented with this prodigious site in Dulwich: Dawson’s Hill.

There was a somewhat tumultuous see where we had to present our programmes. There was one architect from Hong Kong who was proposing four tower blocks and another who was proposing a high-density, low-rise scheme. My design was two careened ziggurats. This was a response to the specific characteristics of the place- the stupendous viewpoints to north and south and the extremely unstable ground ailments. At the tips, the ziggurats descend from their peak high levels of 12 storeys to four, showing the circumventing magnitude of suburban villas.

Getting started felt exhilarating and terrifying. When you are young, you feel you can take on the world. The housing administrator of Southwark drew up the brief, but as far as I was concerned my clients were the person or persons on Southwark’s housing list: those in most urgent need of homes.

I designed a plan that enabled one-, two- and three-bedroom dwellings to share the same access. My theory was that a mix of different family sizes, living next door to one another, would have been able to more capability to help each other out with babysitting or shopping. All of the 296 maisonettes have a private balcony; in some cases, two. On site, I remember practically losing a boot in the sticky London clay: a clerk of efforts must be given to heave me out.

Today, there still seems to be a good parish feel there. The homes are 30% leaseholder-owned and I would like it to stay at that grade. The central opening remains car-free and it still feels very safe. I’ve been told by inhabitants that children from the circumventing province come there to play.

Dawson’s Heights is still the largest improving I’ve designed. It was completed in the mid-7 0s, before the introduction of right-to-buy. After 1979, local authorities were deprived of funding, including a restriction on their right to raise leases; this led to poor maintenance by Southwark during the 80 s. It is now owned by a large housing association, Southern Housing Group, which invests in its maintenance. Looking back, I feel immensely delighted to see that my vocation spanned what was a golden age for the public sector.

Asif Khan

West Beach cafe, Littlehampton, 2008

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Asif Khan at West Beach cafe:’ I take my kids there every year.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

In my final time at building institution, I ended a self-funded project in Brazil- a canopy gear I had designed and install in a favela outside Recife- and was invited to give a short presentation about it at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London. I applied a lot of energy into that six-minute talk, because I was still a student and I was presenting alongside professionals. I fantasized: this are likely to be my big break.

Afterwards, I got an email from someone in the gathering who “ve been told” I must speak to Jane Wood, a private developers in Littlehampton, West Sussex. It was 2007 and she had just commissioned Thomas Heatherwick, a rising star, to design a cafe on the site of a fish and chip kiosk on the seafront , now known as East Beach cafe. She was creating a real buzz about the town.

Jane and I emailed back and forth for a year; during that time, I became a father. It stimulated me feel that anything was possible. When Heatherwick’s coffeehouse was be completed, Jane invited me to look at a new locate on the neighbouring west beach. She picked me up from the terminal wearing large-hearted sunglasses and driving a white van full of cater material. I had this idea that we were about to arrive at a striking point on an unspoilt beach backed by dunes. When I went out of the van, my dreams fell into a fault. It was a grey, stormy date and in front of me was a brick burger kiosk that hadn’t been used for six months. Jane said she wanted to replace it with something simple, like a beach hut or a shack that served fish and microchips and neighbourhood ice-cream. I did some rapid growing up in those 30 minutes.

I went back with new ideas for a structure that opens up to take in the weather and closes down when healths are hostile. I fetched portraits of agricultural organizes, doll’s residences, waistband windows and the emblazon blue.

The day before the cafe opened, we installed a light-headed figure I had designed. Jane attended it and said:” It’s not right for this place. You can do this in Clerkenwell, but not in Littlehampton .” I was so upset, but it taught me one of the most important readings of my busines: shared responsibility you have to the people of a place.

After West Beach cafe, the financial crisis hit. I had to start again- to get out there and exhibit drive, to look for opportunities and, where there weren’t any, to create them. I took on various committees to design experimental pavilions in Singapore, Russia and South Korea. That enabled me to grow the studio. Today, we are working on projections all over the world: designing the brand-new Museum of London; proselytizing a Soviet cinema in Almaty, Kazakhstan, into a centre for contemporary culture; and make 6.5 km of ambling itineraries and roadways for Expo 2020 in Dubai. I want to keep this assortment, so we are continually forced to rethink what is best for a lieu. I’ve bandaged myself to these places just as I did in Littlehampton, where I take my kids each year: the coffeehouse continues unabated and it feels like home.

Mary Duggan

King’s Grove, Peckham, London, 2008

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Mary Duggan at King’s Grove:’ I cherished that it was a hidden space with a sense of history.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

This was the first house by Duggan Morris Architects, work practices I founded in 2004, when I was 33, with my then collaborator, Joe Morris. I had worked for Gollifer Langston Architects for five years, overseeing the build of seven academies across north London, but you are never really in complete control of a motif when you are working for a practice. I was determined to be independent, as was Joe.

Before King’s Grove, Joe and I had renovated three houses and managed to accrue enough coin to invest in this project- something most architects simply wouldn’t be able to do now.( Our first belonging payment exclusively PS60, 000.) We were friends with an architect who the hell is bought a small plot and got a planning application for it, but then decided he didn’t want to develop the site. He sold it to us for PS125, 000 and we locked a self-build mortgage. It was an interesting site reached via a long lane and sliced between 10 terraced back gardens. The previous house- a plaster mould workshop- had been razed. Originally, it would have been a Victorian laundry or milk parlour. I affection that it was a hidden space with a sense of history.

Most architects have an idea of what their own house will look like. I was no different: a light-pink fairytale building surrounded by beautiful gardens. But from our first inspect, I realised this wasn’t the area for that. I craved the house to retain the ogle and feel of the site. It was surrounded by brick walls and consumed by vegetation, we are therefore designed a house in a same brick. I’ve learned to cartel those first instincts.

The design process was quite easy, because we knew what we wanted; after all, we were also ” the client “. I think this aspect of the project has had the greatest resonance in my precede busines: the fact that I was also the investor, the risk-taker, the brief-writer and, eventually, the decision-maker. As such, I am now enabled to empathise with clients.

We designed the infinite with two anticipates in subconsciou: to live in it as a generous two-bed and, down the line, to develop it for sale, or alter it if we wanted to expand our pedigree.( Our daughter was born in the chamber of representatives .) We used inexpensive brick and spent a bit more money on joinery. The kitchen, which fits into a niche in the wall, is made from oak and stainless steel. There is a roof light-colored in the centre of the house, while the front and back doors open up to a south-facing courtyard and a north-facing terrace.

When Joe and I separated in 2016, Duggan Morris demerged and we had to sell the house. A friend bought it and invited me over several times, but I made up excuses. I merely didn’t want to go back. Then the house was sold again, to a client, who commissioned me in late 2018 to pattern a studio in the plot. Of course, I had to go back, even if they are I knew the opening intimately.

It wasn’t easy because, under different circumstances, I would still be living in King’s Grove. In fact, I might be constructing an extension for myself now. But it was great to see it in really good condition. It is the sort of house in which the details don’t tire, because it’s made from very honest textiles: brick, glass and oak. I got this strong sense that I had designed something that have been able to stand the test of time.

David Chipperfield

Private live , Richmond, London, 1990

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David Chipperfield at the home of photographer Nick Knight:’ The whole street lobbied against it, writing to Prince Charles to try to have it stopped.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

In 1990, when I was in my mid-3 0s and still quite inexperienced, I was approached by the mode photographer Nick Knight and his wife, Charlotte, to expand their London home. They is now in a postwar mansion that Nick’s father had built. Nick craved a studio upstairs and more cavity for his young family. At the time, I had a small office of four or five people and we were working with the designer Issey Miyake on a number of store interiors in Japan. This was my firstly building.

I was excited about everything I was seeing in Japan at the time: they tend to treat the garden as part of the house. Most of Nick’s neighbours invested a lot of coin on their facades; we did the opposite. We concentrated on how the house and garden could connect. We developed a large concrete frame that increased out from the side of the house, which had the consequences of the partly enclosing a courtyard garden. It likewise meant that the reces of the living room could be opened up, without a supporting column, framing a opinion into the garden, creating an outside infinite that feels like an indoor one.

We ended up with a fight on our hands. The whole street lobbied against it, writing to Prince Charles to try to have it stopped. The people across the road maintained their draperies sucked for a couple of years in demonstrate. It was an introduction to conservative English taste, which was quite shocking. It wasn’t that the house was too big; it was that the front didn’t look like the other homes in the street. That was the worst part of the process for me. Once we started to build, it was easy by comparison.

Designing and structure lives for parties is a delicate process, which is why I only take on one or two at a time. Success depends very much on how you develop a lane of being personal and professional: that relationship is critical.

This was the first time I had a central sentiment to my work- the idea of creating an expansive judgment in a suburban street- and it is a strategy I’ve lived by since. The mansion has been part of Nick and Charlotte’s life for 30 times and I think it has helped them formulate a work-life balance. Nick’s work is incredibly intense and demanding, hitherto he is dedicated to his family. I like to think the house has played a role.

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