Windswept wastes do bewail, they say; but SOS hears hymns of joy in the windy waste material wafting out of architect-whores when they defend lucrative massive destructive projects. Oscar Wilde called fox hunting “the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible;” mega-mansioning is the unspeakable in pursuit of hilariously haughty vacuity.
Architect Thomas Hickey of GRADE New York, who has designed the vast home, admitted it is one not commonly found in the region. He described the style as “transitional” in a neo-Tudor style with modern details…
“We are not building history, instead a translation of history,” he said.
The psychotic billionaire from whom we got mucho bucks to build this thinks he is a Tudor king – a big fat bastard who rules the world, like Henry VIII – and his castle will certainly not “commonly” be “found in the region” (sniff) because it is a castle, see.
Cues were taken from the surrounding vernacular styles and paired down to create a modern design.
Wouldn’t want to spend any of that money on spelling.
March 27th, 2019 at 7:00PM
Windswept wastes do bewail, yes they do, but they alliterate only three-fourths as well as Warrior Wolf Women of the Wasteland, the worst postapocalyptic novel ever written. Bet you haven’t read it!
March 28th, 2019 at 1:34AM
Dr_D: Haven’t read Warrior Wolf Women of the Wasteland, but I perform Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands.
March 28th, 2019 at 6:35PM
I’d love to hear that.