| dc.description.abstract | 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. | en |
