The image of the commercial strip is chaos. The order in this landscape is not obvious. The continuous highway itself and its systems for turning are absolutely consistent.
The system of the highway gives order to the sensitive functions of exit and entrances, as well as to the image of the Strip as a sequential whole, but nobody can handle that other possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head.
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The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life.
The Circus-Circus is what the whole world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the Sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all the other casinos . . . but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all manner of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space.
The interior sequence from the front door back progresses from gambling areas to dining, entertainment, and shopping areas, to hotel...The interior space and the patio, in their exaggerated separation from the environments, have the quality of an oasis.
(Note: last two posts are a mash-up in symphonatic style of Fear and Loathing (Thompson) and Learning From (Venturi, Scott Brown, Izenour) Las Vegas
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i believe we call this Acid Techno
Koolhass in the desert checking into a Motel with Hunter S. Thompson.
sounds like a regular Monday morning
I love Mondays.
this just popped up on my facebook. thought it might be appropriate
The image of the commercial strip is chaos. The order in this landscape is not obvious. The continuous highway itself and its systems for turning are absolutely consistent.
The system of the highway gives order to the sensitive functions of exit and entrances, as well as to the image of the Strip as a sequential whole, but nobody can handle that other possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head.
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The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life.
The Circus-Circus is what the whole world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the Sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all the other casinos . . . but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all manner of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space.
The interior sequence from the front door back progresses from gambling areas to dining, entertainment, and shopping areas, to hotel...The interior space and the patio, in their exaggerated separation from the environments, have the quality of an oasis.
(Note: last two posts are a mash-up in symphonatic style of Fear and Loathing (Thompson) and Learning From (Venturi, Scott Brown, Izenour) Las Vegas
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