The house that fell to earth
May. 29th, 2007 12:22 pmLast January I wrote something about SANAA's Moriyama House. I also spent a long time working out exactly where it is, using the aerial picture on the cover of Brutus magazine and Google Maps.
Yesterday Hisae and I made the trip out to see the structure -- ten oblong white boxes rather than a "house" per se. We found it quite easily. It stands out and blends in at the same time, a beacon piece of architectural Modernism -- ostentatiously minimalist -- in a peaceful, tight suburban sprawl of demotic, cluttered, indigenous buildings.

Standing at the Moriyama House, I thought a whole bunch of things.
1. I felt that both the building and myself, its visitor, were extra-terrestrials. I'd arrived "from space" after staking the site out via satellite on Google Maps. The building had arrived from the minds of SANAA, who split the big site up so their structure would blend better with nearby structures. But while it might blend in volumetrically, it stands out stylistically from anything nearby.
2. I thought something I've often thought recently: that Modernism, like the Situationists' hacienda, is yet to be built. People may have "modern" houses -- in the sense that they have garages, aircon and flushing toilets -- but they don't generally have Modernist houses, houses that fit Le Corbusier's Five Points of Modern Architecture.
3. I made a mental note to go and see Le Corbusier: Art and Architecture -- a life of creativity, the big show at the Mori Museum just now.
4. I felt it would be intrusive to step onto the site itself, although it's open and there's nothing to stop you slipping between the boxes.
5. I noticed that the big open windows -- which I'd described, following SANAA's quotes in the Brutus piece, as being a radical deconstruction of the binaries public / private and inside / outside -- had mostly been draped by the people living in them with big sheets.
6. The one unit that could be seen into felt very raw and exposed. Somebody was sitting in it, a man who retreated to the interior of the complex when I approached his window, like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland.
7. I noticed quirky details you don't see in the magazine pictures. The white walls are already beginning to be streaked, at the top, with dirty water marks, rainspill patterns. There are signs of the vibrant communal yard life the architects intended -- a barbecue grill, a Le Corbusier chair up on the terrace -- but also signs of decoration they may not have anticipated: the little garden gnome guarding a side door, for instance.
8. While we were gawking a party of foreigners came along the street, tall and serious greying men. They seemed to be American architects -- I heard them saying the wall-flush windows "are one thing on the computer screen, another when they're built". A young American was leading them around the complex, saying "My unit is over here". He was obviously one of the renters, and had arranged with the Japanese owner (presumably called Moriyama) to let the party see around the place.
9. And it occurred to me that this was a cross all residents of iconic houses have to bear. A constant flow of visitors, constant guided tours, people peeking through the window. To be too attractive is a form of hell.
10. Meanwhile, Japanese residents of the neighbourhood -- mostly very old people and children -- sauntered by absolutely oblivious. The Moriyama House belongs to others; to foreigners, to architects, to tourists. It's not really integrated at all. It's extra-terrestrial. The house that fell to earth.
Yesterday Hisae and I made the trip out to see the structure -- ten oblong white boxes rather than a "house" per se. We found it quite easily. It stands out and blends in at the same time, a beacon piece of architectural Modernism -- ostentatiously minimalist -- in a peaceful, tight suburban sprawl of demotic, cluttered, indigenous buildings.

Standing at the Moriyama House, I thought a whole bunch of things.
1. I felt that both the building and myself, its visitor, were extra-terrestrials. I'd arrived "from space" after staking the site out via satellite on Google Maps. The building had arrived from the minds of SANAA, who split the big site up so their structure would blend better with nearby structures. But while it might blend in volumetrically, it stands out stylistically from anything nearby.
2. I thought something I've often thought recently: that Modernism, like the Situationists' hacienda, is yet to be built. People may have "modern" houses -- in the sense that they have garages, aircon and flushing toilets -- but they don't generally have Modernist houses, houses that fit Le Corbusier's Five Points of Modern Architecture.
3. I made a mental note to go and see Le Corbusier: Art and Architecture -- a life of creativity, the big show at the Mori Museum just now.
4. I felt it would be intrusive to step onto the site itself, although it's open and there's nothing to stop you slipping between the boxes.
5. I noticed that the big open windows -- which I'd described, following SANAA's quotes in the Brutus piece, as being a radical deconstruction of the binaries public / private and inside / outside -- had mostly been draped by the people living in them with big sheets.
6. The one unit that could be seen into felt very raw and exposed. Somebody was sitting in it, a man who retreated to the interior of the complex when I approached his window, like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland.
7. I noticed quirky details you don't see in the magazine pictures. The white walls are already beginning to be streaked, at the top, with dirty water marks, rainspill patterns. There are signs of the vibrant communal yard life the architects intended -- a barbecue grill, a Le Corbusier chair up on the terrace -- but also signs of decoration they may not have anticipated: the little garden gnome guarding a side door, for instance.
8. While we were gawking a party of foreigners came along the street, tall and serious greying men. They seemed to be American architects -- I heard them saying the wall-flush windows "are one thing on the computer screen, another when they're built". A young American was leading them around the complex, saying "My unit is over here". He was obviously one of the renters, and had arranged with the Japanese owner (presumably called Moriyama) to let the party see around the place.
9. And it occurred to me that this was a cross all residents of iconic houses have to bear. A constant flow of visitors, constant guided tours, people peeking through the window. To be too attractive is a form of hell.
10. Meanwhile, Japanese residents of the neighbourhood -- mostly very old people and children -- sauntered by absolutely oblivious. The Moriyama House belongs to others; to foreigners, to architects, to tourists. It's not really integrated at all. It's extra-terrestrial. The house that fell to earth.
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Date: 2007-05-29 04:07 am (UTC)...houses as celebrities...
michael
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Date: 2007-05-29 06:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 08:21 am (UTC)I guess big windows dont suit so well in Japan cause people carefully guard their privacy with curtains. But still lot of big windows in Japan.
Thanks for the photos, looks really nice.
Incredible mess of electric wire
Date: 2007-05-29 07:08 pm (UTC)it's also an expression of the genius loci. go to yokohama motomachi where they made a point of hiding the wires and you feel like you're in bondi junction.
its quite beautiful
Date: 2007-05-29 08:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 08:49 am (UTC)That's an interesting point. Modernism, in architecture, has survived in institutional and commercial building (ie just about any new skyscraper or museum building can be traced back to modernist roots), but not really in residential spaces. Residential building had its modernist moment, in postwar council housing or places like the Barbican, but it appears now that this was something of a dead end. People, it seems, don't actually want to live like that.
Tangentially, I find it interesting how for some spheres contemporary practice there is an ancestral link to modernism and for others, modernism was a dead end. For example, you can always see the ghosts of the modernist ancestors in just about any contemporary art (or at the least the type of art that gets nominated for Turner prizes). You can't approach contemporary art without thinking about Duchamp or Rothko or whoever, it all relates. With literature, that doesn't seem to be the case. There was the 'modernist moment' - Woolf, Joyce et al. - but it was something of a dead end. It doesn't relate to Zadie Smith or Colm Toibin or all those other Booker-type novelists, who hark back to the 19th century as if modernism had never existed.
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 09:30 am (UTC)but then probably i've been there long enough for my attitude to be similar to those neighbours' .
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 04:27 pm (UTC)People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-29 07:42 pm (UTC)Re: People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-30 03:18 am (UTC)I've seen far more inviting, successful designs in this vein. Besides, any house that a goldfish, cat, plant, etc. wouldn't be at home in is not a house. It's a design exercise; an imposition rather than a habitus.
Re: People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-30 03:28 am (UTC)Re: People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-30 03:30 am (UTC)Re: People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-30 10:47 am (UTC)thanks for elaborating. I don't think though secure and nestled ammount to the same thing.
the nomadic streak has been strong in human history and not always caused by trouble or necessity . Both life in tokyo, for many, and modern architecture have something nomadic about them .
not entirely off the point would be mentioning the cases of australian aboriginals being offered 'secure and nestled' homes by the government only to gradually 'deconstruct' them into something not dissimilar to the Moriyama house and live happily once the adjustments were made. (i used to live next door to such a house)
Re: People are not goldfish.
Date: 2007-05-31 01:24 am (UTC)The Moriyama house in the outback is a very different proposition, isn't it? Completely different context. Have you been to the aborigine holy sites of Uluru? Kata Juta? Both are rife with nooks and crannies that have been inhabited by aboriginals for over 30,000 years. Research has shown that humans, when given a choice, prefer their dwellings to be sheltered with a good vantage point. If you've been to southern Africa, not too far from Olduvai Gorge, you'll see that the landscape that gave rise to homo sapiens sapiens</i. provides just that--stands of acacia trees overlooking wide open plains. It's a constant within our species. And it's eerie how quickly you can feel comfortable in that savanna environment. I did, anyway.
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Date: 2007-05-29 03:03 pm (UTC)I also have this odd feeling that it'd be a much better place to live if it was near a semi-untamed park, somewhere with a lot of green, as opposed to other buildings.
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Date: 2007-05-30 03:36 am (UTC)Maybe it should have a semi-untamed park on the inside?
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Date: 2007-05-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 03:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 05:04 pm (UTC)i like this -- specters of mods.
as for lit. harkening back to a pre-modernist style, lyotard forcasts this very thing in, i think, the postmodern condition, when he talks about the response to modernism being (ironically/paradoxically) a return to pre-modernist tropes -- allusion, the sublime, etc.
from what i gather, the house is more insulated from the streets, with only a side or two actually facing a street? not sure.
michael
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Date: 2007-05-29 09:54 pm (UTC)how it fits into the neighborhood
Date: 2007-05-29 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 07:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-30 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-29 09:07 pm (UTC)Blankets
Date: 2007-05-29 10:02 pm (UTC)demotic
Date: 2007-05-30 03:32 am (UTC)However vulgar that might seem.
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Date: 2007-05-30 03:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-30 09:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-30 04:53 pm (UTC)www.flickr.com/photos/bizcarlito
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Date: 2007-05-31 01:27 am (UTC)http://www.earthship.net/