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

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

Norman Foster

Amenity centre and passenger 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 blended violences to figure Team 4, with Wendy Cheeseman and her sister Georgie Walton, who was the only registered inventor at the firm. Wendy and I married and, after four years, we set up Foster Accompanied in her bedsit. It was 1967: there were no identifies 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 be accomplished with a proposal.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

The facilities at the Port of London were frightful. 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 layouts. As the conversation went on, I began to raise questions- not just about the building, but about how the entire operation worked. In the end, he agreed to give me three weeks to come up with a proposal.

Olsen’s ships compounded trade with holiday cruises, carrying fares and freight in the same vessel. I envisioned that a similar programme could be used to bring dock workers and managers together under one roof. I determined a constrict scheme between two molts on the waterfront. I applied the dockers’ amenities on the first floor and places for administrative staff and management on the flooring above.

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A Foster sketch of his 1969 activity, drawn 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 match Fred Olsen himself. I argued that if you want to raise standards in the workplace, you should go beyond providing showers and lavatories, 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 act. At my own cost, I flew to Pittsburgh to obtain a place of making traces from a company that could shape the glass. Inside, we acquainted a gaming domain on the ground floor: there were ping-pong tables and projectile boards. Upstairs, Olsen’s prowes collection 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 orientation brought back some remarkable rememberings. Olsen really was a bastion of hope in a desert of industrial discord. Four years ago, my spouse organised a amaze party for my 80 th birthday and I ascertained myself abide next to Fred Olsen. He said his only repent was that we didn’t develop more projects together.

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

Thomas Heatherwick

Harvey Nichols, London pattern week window displays, 1997

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

I met Terence Conran in my final year at the Royal College of Art, in 1994. He had come to give a talk and decided to buy a piece from my motif stage establish- 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 structure from a kilometre of cardboard that exposed hundreds of kitchen items. Mary Portas, who worked for Harvey Nichols at the time, examined 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 firstly proper public project.

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

I presented the relevant recommendations to Mary, belief she would say no. Everyone who construed the propose thought it would be impossible to get the permissions. But Mary was up for it. I soon discovered 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 enormous studio in east London, including a couple of stone carvers from St Paul’s cathedral and a DJ who stepped past and asked if he could help. It was 1997, so computer-aided design wasn’t really available. I must be given to engrave this incredibly complex form into a 1:20 model that we then scaled up manually, expending vast expanses of diagram paper.

I knew a slight shudder on witnes the model again after 22 times. It was the first time I had done something so public- and there it was, suspended above people’s leaders 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] bestow that time. I remember sitting on a bus listening to people wonder what it was about. For me, it didn’t matter if someone would prefer it or not. It saw wall street more colors and engaging.

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

My first public commissioning teach me the quality of exactly impeding conceiving, like a long-distance runner. It is easy for special things not to happen, but, occasionally, some of them do. And in order for them to happen, you must employed 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 proposed I study architecture, which was a fairly advanced outlook for a husband of his generation. After the second world war, he thoughts a department in a Scottish home organisation; he was committed to providing decent house for everyone, a notion 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 noblewomen are not abysmally practical. Have you thought of doing something like interior design ?” I am a stubborn person and I remembered: I’ll murderou demonstrate you. Thereafter, I paid particular attention to how my propositions would be built.

After graduation, I laboured abroad – first in Poland, then in numerous architects’ roles in Sweden, Denmark and Finland. The whole mood in Europe was one of optimism. When I came back, I got a job with Denys Lasdun, working on the National Theatre. After about a year, I envisioned that this huge project was going to take ages to get on site. I is more 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 lives, but I identified it as much more challenging to design a community. I pictured there was huge pressure on London’s districts to provide house. In 1965, at the age of 27, I took a place in the department of structure and planning at Southwark council and, to my immense good fortune, I was immediately presented with this prodigious area in Dulwich: Dawson’s Hill.

There was a somewhat chaotic find 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 site- the stupendous sentiments to north and south and the extremely unstable ground surroundings. At the boundaries, the ziggurats sink from their peak high levels of 12 storeys to four, indicating the surrounding proportion of suburban villas.

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

I bequeathed a system 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 more ability to help each other out with babysitting or patronizing. All of the 296 maisonettes have a private balcony; in a number of cases, two. On site, I recollect roughly losing a boot in the sticky London clay: a clerk of makes had to heave me out.

Today, there still seems to be a good community feel there. The residences are 30% leaseholder-owned and I would like it to stay at that degree. The center room remains car-free and it still feels very safe. I’ve been told by occupants that children from the encircling field come there to play.

Dawson’s Heights is still the largest constructing 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 financing, including a restriction on their right to raise payments; 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 vastly grateful that my vocation covered 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 teenagers there every year.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

In my final time at architecture school, I ended a self-funded project in Brazil- a canopy kit I had designed and installed in a favela outside Recife- and was invited to give a short presentation about it at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London. I made a lot of energy into that six-minute talk, because I was still a student and I was presenting alongside professionals. I envisaged: this might 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 property developer 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 constructed me feel that anything was possible. When Heatherwick’s cafe was be completed, Jane invited me to look at a new place on the neighbouring west beach. She picked me up from the terminal wearing big sunglasses and driving a white van full of cater equipment. I had this idea that we were about to arrive at a striking orientation on an unspoilt beach backed by dunes. When I went out of the van, my dreams fell into a puncture. It was a grey, breezy epoch 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 shanty 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 building that opens up to take in the condition and closes down when plights are unfriendly. I drew epitomes of agricultural formations, doll’s lives, waistband windows and the emblazon blue.

The day before the coffeehouse opened, we set a lighter carve I had designed. Jane ascertained 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 educated me one of the biggest assignments of my career: 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 job, to look for opportunities and, where there weren’t any, to create them. I took on several commissionings to design experimental pavilions in Singapore, Russia and South Korea. That enabled me to grow the studio. Today, we are working on assignments across the world: designing the new Museum of London; proselytizing a Soviet cinema in Almaty, Kazakhstan, into a centre for contemporary culture; and make 6.5 km of going roads and roadways for Expo 2020 in Dubai. I want to keep this straddle, so we are continually forced to rethink what is best for a target. I’ve bind myself to these regions 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 desired 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, a practice I founded in 2004, when I was 33, with my then spouse, Joe Morris. I had worked for Gollifer Langston Architects for five years, overseeing the build of seven institutions across north London, but you are never truly in complete control of a pattern when you are working for a practice. I was determined to be independent, as was Joe.

Before King’s Grove, Joe and I had revamped three houses and managed to accrue enough fund to invest in this project- something most architects simply wouldn’t be able to do now.( Our first dimension overhead exclusively PS60, 000.) We were friends with an designer 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 fastened 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 dismantled. Initially, it would have been a Victorian laundry or milk parlour. I cherished that it was a hidden space with a sense of history.

Most designers “ve got an idea” of what their own live will look like. I was no different: a light-pink fairytale building surrounded by beautiful garden-varieties. But from our first visit, I realised this wasn’t the place for that. I missed the house to retain the examine 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 rely those first instincts.

The design process was quite easy, since we are 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 facts of the case that I was also the investor, the risk-taker, the brief-writer and, eventually, the decision-maker. As such, I am now able to empathise with buyers.

We designed the infinite with two thinks in intellect: lives in it as a generous two-bed and, down the line, to develop it for sale, or convert it if we wanted to expand our lineage.( Our daughter was born in the chamber of representatives .) We used inexpensive brick and spent a bit more money on joinery. The kitchen, which is appropriate to a niche in the wall, is made from oak and stainless steel. There is a roof light-headed in the centre of the house, while the figurehead 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 extended an invitation over several times, but I made up apologies. I only didn’t want to go back. Then the house was sold again, to a patron, who commissioned me in late 2018 to design a studio in the garden-variety. Of trend, I had to go back, even though I knew the seat intimately.

It wasn’t easy because, under different circumstances, I would still be living in King’s Grove. In fact, I might be building 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 get this strong sense that I had designed something that have been able to stand the test of time.

David Chipperfield

Private house , Richmond, London, 1990

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David Chipperfield at the dwelling 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 fairly inexperienced, I was approached by the manner photographer Nick Knight and his wife, Charlotte, to expand their London home. They is now in a postwar home that Nick’s father had built. Nick wanted 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 first building.

I was aroused about everything I was seeing in Japan at the time: they tend to treat the garden-variety as part of the house. Most of Nick’s neighbours wasted a lot of fund on their facades; we did the opposite. We concentrated on how the house and garden could connect. We formed a large concrete frame that provided out from the side of the house, which had the effect of partly enclosing a courtyard garden. It likewise meant that the area of the living room could be opened up, without a supporting pillar, framing a attitude into the garden, creating an outside seat that feels like an indoor one.

We purposed up with a fight on our hands. The whole street lobbied against it, writing to Prince Charles to try to have it stopped. The beings across the road obstructed their shrouds drawn for a couple of years in demonstrate. It was an introduction to republican English taste, which was quite shocking. It wasn’t that the house was too big; it was that the figurehead didn’t look like the other houses 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 build residences 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 path of being personal and professional: that relationship is critical.

This was the first time I had a center intuition to my work- the idea of creating an expansive viewpoint in a suburban street- and it is a strategy I’ve lived by since. The room 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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