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‘It didn’t matter if someone liked it or not’: six conducting designers revisit their first board

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 on well and mixed armies to formation Team 4, with Wendy Cheeseman and her sister Georgie Walton, who was the only registered inventor 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 docks 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 terrifying. 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 busines drove. 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 passengers and freight in the same vessel. I realized that a same strategy could be used to bring dock workers and managers together under one roof. I marked a narrow story between two molts on the waterfront. I set the dockers’ amenities on the first floor and parts for administrative staff and management on the storey above.

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

” You can’t made foul-mouthed dockers next to secretaries ,” was the immediate response. I had shaken everything up to such an extent that it was suggested I assemble Fred Olsen himself. I argued that if you want to raise guidelines in the workplace, you should go beyond providing showers and bathrooms, 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-pitched thermal achievement. At my own payment, I flew to Pittsburgh to obtain a determine of driving pulls from a company that could manufacture the glass. Inside, we acquainted a gaming province on the ground floor: there were ping-pong counters and projectile boards. Upstairs, Olsen’s prowes collect 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 location brought back some extraordinary storages. Olsen genuinely was a bastion of hope in a desert of industrial discord. Four years ago, my spouse organised a astonish party for my 80 th birthday and I acquired myself digest next to Fred Olsen. He said his only regret was that we didn’t build more projects together.

I am still do versions of the same thing: constructing communities, 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 manner week window displays, 1997

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Thomas Heatherwick with the original supermarket representation, 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 design grade testify- 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 organization from a kilometre of cardboard that displayed the thousands of kitchen items. Mary Portas, who worked for Harvey Nichols at the time, examined it and asked 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 visualize: well, there is a window; what shall I give behind it? But I’ve always determined it interesting to try to take a step further back. I considered maybe I could do something more engaging, more dynamic. I didn’t want to reach something that was imprisoned behind glass, so focused instead on the masonry between the windows and came up with this ginormous polystyrene and aeroply organize that weaved between the windows and the building.

I presented the idea to Mary, considering she would say no. Everyone who examined the proposal 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 stretching 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 immense studio in east London, including a couple of stone carvers from St Paul’s cathedral and a DJ who ambled past and asked if he could help. It was 1997, so computer-aided layout wasn’t really available. I had to engrave this incredibly complex form into a 1:20 simulation that we then scaled up manually, employing big membranes of graph paper.

I suffered a slight shudder on consider the simulation again after 22 times. It was the first occasion I had done something so public- and there it was, suspended above people’s premiers 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] gift that time. I remember sitting on a bus like to hear parties wonder what it was about. For me, it didn’t matter if someone would prefer it or not. It moved the street more vivid and engaging.

Today, there are still 200 beings working at my studio; we don’t erect things ourselves any more, but we still try to inspire curiosity in the public. The Harvey Nichols window display took a year from meaning to installation. Right now, we are designing a brand-new terminal at Changi airport in Singapore that they are able to take 10 years 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 commission instruct me the quality of exactly stopping belief, 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, you must gave 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 structure, which was a somewhat advanced position for a soldier of his generation. After the second world war, he foreman individual departments in a Scottish dwelling organisation; he was committed to providing decent house for everyone, a impression 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 awfully practical. Have you thought of doing something like interior design ?” I am a tenaciou party and I speculated: I’ll bloody substantiate you. Thereafter, I paid particular attention to how my hypothesis would be built.

After graduation, I ran abroad – first in Poland, then in many inventors’ roles in Sweden, Denmark and Finland. The whole feeling in Europe was one of confidence. When I was coming, I got a job with Denys Lasdun, “workin on” the National Theatre. After about a year, I envisioned 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 dirty, sharpish, and take on a commission of my own.

A lot of female designers begin by doing private houses, but I watched it as much more challenging to design a community. I checked there was huge pressure on London’s parishes to provide house. In 1965, at persons under the age of 27, I took a task in government departments of architecture and projecting at Southwark council and, to my gigantic good fortune, I was immediately presented with this phenomenal site in Dulwich: Dawson’s Hill.

There was a somewhat tumultuous meet 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 floundered ziggurats. This was a response to the specific characteristics of the site- the prodigious attitudes to north and south and the extremely unstable ground positions. At the extremities, the ziggurats sink from their maximum high levels of 12 storeys to four, indicating the surrounding magnitude of suburban villas.

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

I organized a method that enabled one-, two- and three-bedroom residences to share the same access. My theory was that a mix of different family sizes, living next door to one another, ought to have been more capacity 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 roughly losing a boot in the sticky London clay: a salesclerk of productions 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 level. The center room remains car-free and it still feels very safe. I’ve been told by inhabitants that children from the circumventing neighborhood 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 starved of financing, including a restriction on their right to raise hires; this led to poor maintenance by Southwark during the 80 s. It is now owned by a large housing association, Southern Housing Group, which has invested in its upkeep. Looking back, I feel vastly grateful that my vocation encompassed what was a golden age for the public sector.

Asif Khan

West Beach coffeehouse, 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 architecture school, I accomplished a self-funded project in Brazil- a canopy kit 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 gave a lot of energy into that six-minute talk, because I was still a student and I was presenting alongside professionals. I recollected: this are likely to be my big break.

Afterwards, I got an email from person in the audience 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 backward and forward for a year; during that time, I became a father. It constructed me feel that anything was possible. When Heatherwick’s cafe was being completed, Jane invited me to look at a brand-new site on the neighbouring west beach. She picked me up from the depot wearing big sunglasses and driving a lily-white van full of catering equipment. I had this idea that we were about to arrive at a remarkable site on an unspoilt beach backed by dunes. When I get out of the van, my dreams fell into a puncture. It was a grey, windy 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 shanty or a cabin 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 structure that opens up to take in the condition and closes down when modes are unfriendly. I created epitomes of agricultural formations, doll’s mansions, sash windows and the colour blue.

The day before the cafe opened, we invested a daylight figure 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 taught me one of the most important lessons of my occupation: the 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 task, to look for opportunities and, where there weren’t any, to create them. I took on several 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 new Museum of London; converting a Soviet cinema in Almaty, Kazakhstan, into a centre for contemporary culture; and devise 6.5 km of strolling roads and roads 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 oblige myself to these neighbourhoods 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 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 partner, 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 actually in complete control of a intend 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 coin to invest in this project- something most designers simply wouldn’t be able to supposed to do now.( Our first owned cost exclusively PS60, 000.) We were friends with an designer “whos been” 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 procured a self-build mortgage. It was an interesting site reached via a long lane and sliced between 10 terraced back gardens. The previous building- a plaster mould workshop- had been razed. Initially, it would have been a Victorian laundry or milk parlour. I adored that it was a hidden space with a sense of history.

Most architects have an idea of what their own room will look like. I was no different: a light-pink fairytale building surrounded by beautiful plots. But from our first inspect, I realised this wasn’t the area for that. I craved the house to retain the examination 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, 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 subsequent profession: the fact that I was also the investor, the risk-taker, the brief-writer and, ultimately, the decision-maker. As such, I am now able to empathise with purchasers.

We designed the seat with two imagines in imagination: to live 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 pedigree.( Our daughter was born in the members of this house .) 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 invited me over several times, but I made up pretexts. I only didn’t want to go back. Then the house was sold again, to a client, who commissioned me in late 2018 to intend a studio in the garden. Of course, I had to go back, although there is 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 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 went this strong sense that I had designed something that could 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 quite inexperienced, I was approached by the way photographer Nick Knight and his wife, Charlotte, to expand their London home. They resided in a postwar residence that Nick’s father had improved. Nick required a studio upstairs and more seat 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 stimulated 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 money 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 provided out from the side of the house, which had the effect of partly enclosing a courtyard garden. It also meant that the area of the living room could be opened up, without a supporting column, framing a scene into the garden, creating an outside room that may seem 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 people across the road continued their draperies depicted for a couple of years in protest. 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 wall street. That was the worst part of the process for me. Once we started to build, it was easy by comparison.

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

This was the first time I had a center notion to my job- the idea of creating an expansive deem in a suburban street- and it is a strategy I’ve lived by since. The live 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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