Zaha Hadid and the Case of the Shitty Art Writing


Jeez Louise.

Have you heard about Zaha Hadid's Chicago project, the Burnham Pavilion? It's up 'til October 31. I wish I could get up there.

Do a Google Image search and check out her work. It's gorgeous--sinuous, thought-provoking, magically alive, somehow.

After reading about the Burnham Pavilion, I got interested in reading more about her and found this Guardian (UK)/London Observer profile. Hadid comes off as very interesting, but her stunning architectural and design work is hardly addressed; instead, author Lynn Barber focuses on stuff like the uncomfortable furniture in Hadid's London apartment, her bosomy body (which Barber's sure she "feels uncomfortable" in), her "undecipherable accent," FREEMASONRY (?!) and how sad it is that this woman, who won the Pritzger Architecture Prize in 2004 (commonly referred to as "architecture's version of the Nobel Prize), is single and doesn't have kids. It's worth reading solely as an exercise in sexist, lazy a WOMAN.

Zaha Hadid's business is addressed, e.g., "why doesn't her architecture firm build more projects in England?", but neither her aesthetics nor her ideas are dealt with. Also, Barber seems titillated by her family's wealth. It's like architecture journalism by Perez Hilton.