Ceci n’est pas un Gebäudefuge?
I’ve been cycling past this sign for a while now. This looks official, it’s pretty well made, but what does it mean?
I remember this conversation I overheard once in an architecture office in London. This was when I learned of the profession of party wall surveyor for the first time. It made me think of a gaunt private detective type with trench coat and hat. I couldn’t think of a more kafkaesque, sad facet of the building industry. Did he put it there? Anyway, it’s really mind boggling when representation occurs so close to what’s represented, when the signifier actually contains the signified. A bit like imagining a monk clapping with one hand, I think, before these thoughts fade in hectic traffic on Leipziger.