In 1923, the Bauhaus was preparing for its first exhibition, where Walter Gropius, the school’s founder, would extol the benefits of industrial mass production. To publicize the events, the Bauhaus mailed out beautiful postcards.
Sixteen Bauhaus teachers and students designed postcards illustrating the German school’s ideas about art and technology. The downsized posters are full of sharp geometric drawings in black, red, yellow, and blue. Some look like rough sketches of architectural renderings, others like Cubist faces. New York’s Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) recently acquired 20 of these mini adverts, from a Weimar family who inherited the unsent cards from a relative who attended the original show. Juliet Kinchin, curator of MoMA’s Architecture and Design department, says the set of Postkarte fur die Bauhaus Ausstellung Weimar 1923 neatly encapsulate the ideas from the Bauhaus movement.
From The Atlantic Cities:
Farewell, AfE Tower, may your cantankerous, lurching elevators and hamster-maze warrens annoy the Germans no more.
On Sunday, demolition crews wired the Frankfurt skyscraper with roughly 2,100 pounds of explosives and hit the boom switch. In 10 seconds, the 381-foot-high Brutalist tower was reduced to a hazy nebula of rubble and drifting dust – remnants of the tallest European building demolition to employ explosives, reports Deutsche Welle.
A chorus of thousands cheered the monumental bone-breaking of one of the city’s most irksome structures. The AfE Tower was built in the early 1970s as part of the Johann Wolfgang Goethe University, but quickly became suspect due to its wonky design: One side had floors that were 1.5 times loftier than the other side, like an architectural version of Two-Face.
It’s funny how life turns out.
For example, my great-great-grandfather on my mother’s side, Joseph Henry Luschwitz, was an eminent German musician, who on a tour of Europe was invited by Salar Jung the First, the Nizam of Hyderabad, to come to India and start a band for the state.
Joseph became State Director of Music and decided to settle in India. Three generations of my family lived there including my grandmother (Mary, daughter of Henry Luschwitz and Nina Moraes, the latter of French and Portuguese descent). Mary married and had two children before a motorcycle accident claimed the life of her first husband.
And then came the Second World War. My grandfather, Joseph Glover, who was born in Dublin, was conscripted into the RAF and posted to India, then still a British Colony. There he met my widowed grandmother, they married, moved to the UK, and had twins, one of which was my mother.
Yep, it’s funny how life turns out.