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

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 core 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 compounded actions to flesh Team 4, with Wendy Cheeseman and her sister Georgie Walton, who was the only registered architect at the firm. Wendy and I married and, after four years, we set up Foster Identify in her bedsit. It was 1967: there were no accompanies and no projects.

A part-time architecture student worked with us. His father worked for a shipping company in Millwall docks in east London, called 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 “ve given me” three weeks was put forward with a proposal.’ Photograph: Michael Franke/ The Guardian

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

Olsen’s carries compounded trade with holiday sails, carrying passengers and freight in the same vessel. I understood that a similar strategy could be used to bring dock workers and managers together under the same roof. I identified a restricted patch between two molts on the waterfront. I placed the dockers’ amenities on the first floor and agencies for administrative staff and management on the floor above.

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A Foster sketch of his 1969 activity, attracted 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 convene 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 racisms 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 , no one in the UK had the knowhow to produce a glass wall with high thermal concert. At my own expenditure, I flew to Pittsburgh to obtain a adjust of operating draws from a company that could acquire the glass. Inside, we initiated a gaming neighborhood on the ground floor: there were ping-pong counters and projectile boards. Upstairs, Olsen’s prowes 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 point brought back some remarkable retentions. Olsen certainly was a bastion of hope in a desert of industrial unrest. Four years ago, my spouse organised a astonish defendant for my 80 th birthday and I noticed myself tolerate next to Fred Olsen. He said his only regret was that we didn’t body-build more projects together.

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

Thomas Heatherwick

Harvey Nichols, London mode week window displays, 1997

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Thomas Heatherwick with the original accumulate simulate, a’ ginormous polystyrene and aeroply arrangement ‘. 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 layout position 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 displayed hundreds of kitchen items. Mary Portas, who worked for Harvey Nichols at the time, visualized it and would like to know if 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 envisage: well, there is a window; what shall I throw behind it? But I’ve always found it interesting to try to take a step further back. I conceived perhaps I could do something more engaging, most dynamic. I didn’t want to oblige something that was imprisoned behind glass, so focused instead on the masonry between the windows and came up with this ginormous polystyrene and aeroply organization that weaved between the windows and the building.

I presented the idea to Mary, reputing she would say no. Everyone who learnt the contrive thought it would be impossible 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 unfolding our minuscule budget to get this thing constructed. 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 layout wasn’t really available. I must be given to engrave this incredibly complex form into a 1:20 framework that we then scaled up manually, applying immense membranes of diagram paper.

I knew a slight thrill on check the example again after 22 times. It was the first time I had done something so public- and there it was, suspended above people’s headings 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 won a D& AD[ Design and Art Direction] give that time. I remember baby-sit on a bus like to hear parties wonder what it was about. For me, it didn’t matter when a person is liked it or not. It made the street more colors and engaging.

Today, the authorities have 200 beings 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 intuition to installation. Right now, we are designing a new terminal at Changi airport in Singapore that are able to take 10 times to complete. It involves billions 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 instruct me the qualifications of merely saving conceiving, like a long-distance runner. It is easy for special things not to happen, but, rarely, some of them do. And in order for them to happen, there is a requirement placed 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 intimated I study architecture, which was a pretty advanced outlook for a follower of his generation. After world war ii, he honcho ministries and departments in a Scottish housing organisation; he was committed to providing decent house for everybody, a faith we shared.

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

After graduation, I laboured abroad – first in Poland, then in many architects’ roles in Sweden, Denmark and Finland. The whole humor in Europe was one of optimism. When I came home, I got a job with Denys Lasdun, “workin on” the National Theatre. After about a year, I encountered that this huge project was going to take ages to get on site. I was the most junior member of the team and I needed to get my boots soiled, sharpish, and take on a commission of my own.

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

There was a somewhat chaotic join where we had to present our schemes. 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 floundered ziggurats. This was a response to the specific characteristics of the locate- the prodigious deems to north and south and the extremely unstable ground situations. At the members, the ziggurats descend from their maximum height of 12 storeys to four, manifesting the circumventing magnitude of suburban villas.

Getting started felt exhilarating and startling. When you are young, you feel you can take on the world. The casing director of Southwark drew up the summary, but as far as I was concerned my buyers were the people on Southwark’s housing list: those in most urgent need of homes.

I bequeathed a arrangement 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 browsing. All of the 296 maisonettes have a private balcony; in some cases, two. On site, I remember nearly losing a boot in the sticky London clay: a salesclerk of drives had to heave me out.

Today, there still seems to be a good community feel there. The dwellings are 30% leaseholder-owned and I would like it to stay at that height. The central cavity remains car-free and it still feels very safe. I’ve been told by residents that children from the bordering province come there to play.

Dawson’s Heights is still the largest building I’ve designed. It was finalized 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 busines encompassed 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 completed a self-funded project in Brazil- a canopy paraphernalium 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 put a lot of energy into that six-minute talk, because I was still a student and I was presenting alongside professionals. I guessed: perhaps it is my big break.

Afterwards, I got an email from someone in the gathering who told me 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 stirred me feel that anything was possible. When Heatherwick’s coffeehouse was nearing completion, Jane invited me to look at a new area on the neighbouring west beach. She picked me up from the station wearing big-hearted sunglasses and driving a lily-white van full of catering paraphernalium. I had this idea that we were about to arrive at a remarkable place on an unspoilt beach backed by dunes. When I got out of the van, my dreams fell down a fault. It was a grey, stormy era 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 chippings and local ice-cream. I did some rapid grown up in those 30 minutes.

I went back with new ideas for a construct that opens up to take in the climate and closes down when conditions are unfriendly. I introduced likeness of agricultural designs, doll’s rooms, sash windows and the emblazon blue.

The day before the coffeehouse opened, we invested a illumination figure I had designed. Jane pictured 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 exercises 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 duty, to look for opportunities and, where there weren’t any, to create them. I took on various fees to design experimental pavilions in Singapore, Russia and South Korea. That enabled me to grow the studio. Today, we are working on campaigns 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 intention 6.5 km of sauntering streets and roads for Expo 2020 in Dubai. I want to keep this compas, so we are continually forced to rethink what is best for a plaza. I’ve oblige myself to these places just as I did in Littlehampton, where I take my children 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 affection 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 institutions across north London, but you are never actually in complete control of a design when you are working for a practice. I was determined to be independent, as was Joe.

Before King’s Grove, Joe and I had renewed three houses and managed to accrue enough coin to invest in this project- something most inventors simply wouldn’t be able to do now.( Our first owned payment exclusively PS60, 000.) We were friends with an designer “whos had” 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 construct- a plaster mould workshop- had been swallowed. Initially, it would have been a Victorian laundry or milk parlour. I loved that it was a hidden space with a sense of history.

Most designers “ve got an idea” of what their own house will look like. I was no different: a light-pink fairytale building surrounded by beautiful garden-varieties. But from our first trip, I realised this wasn’t the site for that. I missed the house to retain the seem and feel of the site. It was surrounded by brick walls and consumed by vegetation, we are therefore designed a house in a similar brick. I’ve learned to cartel those first instincts.

The design process was quite easy, since we are knew what we wanted; after all, we were also ” the customers “. I think this aspect of the project has had the greatest resonance in my precede vocation: the fact 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 patrons.

We designed the space with two supposes in psyche: 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 kinfolk.( Our daughter was born in the house .) We used inexpensive brick and wasted 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-footed 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 invited me over several times, but I made up apologies. I simply didn’t want to go back. Then the house was sold again, to a patron, who commissioned me in late 2018 to motif a studio in the garden. Of route, I had to go back, even if they are I knew the space 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 could 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 pattern photographer Nick Knight and his wife, Charlotte, to expand their London home. They were living in a postwar room that Nick’s father had constructed. Nick wanted a studio upstairs and more room 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 provoked 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 wasted a lot of fund on their facades; we did the opposite. We is focused on how the house and garden could connect. We generated a large concrete chassis that extended out from the side of the chamber of representatives, which had the consequences of the partially enclosing a courtyard garden. It also meant that the area of the living room could be opened up, without a supporting column, framing a panorama into the garden, creating an outside room that feels like an indoor one.

We aimed up with a fight on our hands. The whole street lobbied against it, writing to Prince Charles to try to have it stopped. The parties across the road preserved their draperies sucked for a couple of years in affirm. 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 figurehead didn’t look like the other lives 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 building homes for parties is a delicate process, which is why I exclusively take on one or two at a time. Success depends much needed on how you develop a mode of being personal and professional: that relationship is critical.

This was the first time I had a center thought to my work- the idea of creating an expansive position 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 years and I think it has helped them formulate a work-life balance. Nick’s work is incredibly intense and demanding, yet he is dedicated to his family. I like to think the house has played a role.

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