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Says the Times: "He divides his Sundays between the drawing board and the keyboard: he owns nine pianos, and as a child in Uruguay he trained to be a classical pianist. Mr. Viñoly, 67, lives in TriBeCa with his wife, Diana, an interior designer. The couple, whose three grown children and three grandchildren live in the neighborhood, also have homes in Water Mill, N.Y., and London."
Some select quotes:
I wear these gray sweat pants that are 35 or 40 years old. They’re like part of my skin. I don’t wash them too much, because they’d fall apart. I play only classical music. My pianos are my only big indulgence, but they’re a necessity.
Sunday is a phenomenal day for work. Disgusting, right? Repugnant! But in the office we’ve created this theory that Sunday is a great time to focus on creative projects, so the place is always full of people when I get there. It’s worse than a sweatshop!
Anyway, we have this wonderful cook from Brazil, Alex Rosende, and before she leaves on Friday afternoons, she makes a bunch of meals and leaves them so we just have to heat them up. She went to Cordon Bleu and makes these great desserts. The meals are simple, lots of vegetables and soups, but everything is just genius. We like to drink French wine, Haut-Médoc.
Photo: The New York Times
Sunday AM update: The architecture community went on what Alexandra Lange described as: "Vinoly story = mass architwitter eyeroll". Maybe it's the fact that, among architects who may be younger than Viñoly's sweat pants, there is so much under- and un-employment that some could literally be in the shoes of—irony alert—Viñoly's cook. They could be his restaurant server. Or bike messenger.
At a time when masses of people are protesting wealth inequality, or protesting, oh, the dismantling of schools like Cooper Union, it seems more than immodest to talk about the "one indulgence" of owning nine pianos. Or three homes. (How's that sustainability side of the business doing?) But at least he didn't mention the private jet (or did he have to tighten the belt?)
Meanwhile, some seem to be saying that perhaps Viñoly would benefit from a little more cover from the spotlight. All of this ostentatious display of wealth could draw scrutiny of Viñoly's period of building for the Argentine junta. There's that little detail that hangs over Viñoly's head—the busy period when he "was so concentrated on the work," he "almost didn’t notice the politics." Remember?
PS: And also remember how "...For every homeless person, at least four houses are sitting empty"? If at any point in time, two of Viñoly's three houses are empty, then two of him equals a homeless person!
Are the people like Viñoly the ones that are actually looking after our housing shortage? What do wife Diana and him have to gain from living with even one less house? There's no incentive to change the status quo.
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