Interested in the work of Borromini, ripping off from others, stealing or rather borrowing gladly and creatively from Brunelleschi and Asplund, joining the Functionalist gang in 1929, thinking of leaving his own country for the land of the brave, saving the world from Industrialisation and inevitable robotisation, looking at the world as a land surveyor, seeing his country as a model laboratory, seeing architecture as the cheapest game and the greatest mission, nearer in life’s tragedy to Kropotkin and Chaplin than Le Corbusier and Mies van der Rohe, preferring the song Mack the Knife to Sibelius, dancing fleet-footed, drinking less secretly than an MI5 character from a Graham Greene novel, obsessed finally by the only obsessions that matter, Heaven and the human factor, and always looking over his shoulder in a forest that was his own country…
The Famous Architect!