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This is a parody on Albert Camus’ The Fall, and it satirizes Contemporary Architecture’s Dystopic Marginalizations. It takes place one fateful night between a frustrated middle-aged architect, Henrik Latrope, and his fresh off the streets client Moseley. Latrope is the un-sung hero of dreams turned to ash. After many years in the building industry attempting to make it big, it is clear that he has had enough: of everything. He is angry at the state of his world but knows not how to change it. His only hope seems to be finding a client who understands what he is trying to achieve. To get Moseley up to task, he ends up taking him on a ramble throughout Toronto. Leaving his usual professional mask at the door, Latrope sheds light on a stream of challenges his one-man lead practice must face. He paints a dire picture of a profession whose inherited high culture leanings, and sheltered development, have resulted in many misconceptions about its intentions, inner workings, and relevancy. Latrope swears that architecture is essential, and as a hardheaded believer in the superb righteousness of his ways, he attempts to save Moseley’s soul from leading the sinful life sans Architecture.
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Andjela Tatarovic (2018). Henrik Latrope. UWSpace. http://hdl.handle.net/10012/13041
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