Denis glances at me for a second, rises his eyebrow, while holding the door open for Andre. I enter last and see Denis already talking to the reception. It seems like he knows her, they talk as if between acquaintance, or even friend. She has a smile on her face the whole way to the elevator, I can’t recall what we talked about. After she swipes her card for us and press number 3, she leaves us, almost leaving us with a sense of abandonment.
We walk through a retail shop size studio before we enter a cozier office. The space shrinks and sucks you in like the inner shell of a garden snail. In the office is Zahra, Sherry and a men’s name I can not recall, sitting around their laptops, around a table.
I face three welcome smiles at once, smile in return, and look toward the other Rebar members for reassurance. We sit down in colorful plastic chairs, and put our hands on a MDF with veneer table top surface. Zahra holds our attention at once and lead the conversation with ease onto the Architecture for Humanity Charette. This is the note I took
-Interactive Event
-conversation after lecture
- Five speakers
- Glen Murray
- Sarah Purvet
- Chris Herdwick
- Adrien Black
- how to relate to public
- Talk about what we know, young people in cross roads, what’s happening for our generation
- argument is generator
- Sound bit is key
- Get to the point, manifesto, topic
- Toronto tipping point, tangent, direction
- Five minute
- 150-250 people
- 4-5 different tables
- round formation discussion
- 45 minutes
- definition of critical change
- Thesis.. so what?
- engage in discussion rather then defend thesis
- Idea- the lack of organization and direction at time of massive change, anciouty of younger generation, how it’s relative to the city.
- what make people talk to OCAD students?
- How our blog maybe related to the topic
The conversation ends with talks about gangster rap and an essay called “Gangster, the tragic heros of the modern city”, by William Warshaw. There after I made a bloods sign with my hands, and said good bye to everyone.
On our way back to the school, we passed through a crowd of people in front of old city hall. The voice in the speaker in saying a Prayer for soldiers, and in retrospective for our rights, the old and the new. As the poem, “Flanders field” follows the prayer, I am left with a sense of sadness, remembering stories of suicides.
Where did toronto come from? Where is toronto now, and where is toronto going? This curious city of prayers, suicides, gangster rap and design Charettes.
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