It's hard to name only one thing that marked this year. Thinking about it, several came instantly to my mind: 10x10, casa da musica, learning from bob and denise, tripping and of course the fancy graphic lovers, separated at birth, and the jpg du jour.
But there is one thing that kind of brings all the above together. I'll assume an girlish attitude and, as a proof of the estrogen in my veins, I'll name best of 2005 something to wear. Not just any piece of clothing but something that doesn't need a Louis Vuitton bag to stand out, something that makes even Tom Ford jealous and Chanel's spring/summer collection unimportant.
A t-shirt to rule them all, a t-shirt which will always make you smile, a t-shirt which will grant you controversial reactions, a t-shirt as a secret complicity, a t-shirt as a way of letting it all out, a t-shirt as pandora's box, a t-shirt that shares the one and ultimate truth: architecture sucks.
John Jourden is an (a)rchitect and pathological thinker living in New York.