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20
Aug

cinquanta shades of roma

Before I boarded the plane from New York to Rome, I had a bit of time by myself in the airport during a six hour layover.  I remembered that a friend from home had written me a letter that I was not to open until I had begun my travels.  While waiting to meet up with the rest of my group flight, the lonely terminal seemed the perfect place to read it.  She herself had just come back from abroad and she wrote to me about the culture shock, and about feeling awkward and awestruck at the same time.  She told me to talk to everyone, no matter how strong the language barrier.  While reading this, I suddenly became more excited to go than I had ever felt before.  Until I had read the letter, Rome had been a distant place tossed around in studio when we wished for stronger coffee (i.e. vino).   But the reality of my semester abroad hit me in that terminal and I realized I felt no need to look back on anything.  There was only onward, upward, and the possibilities that lay ahead in Rome.

 

It’s now been only a few days into our four month long stay here, so I am only able to describe the outer layer of this enormous onion.  What I first noticed is that Italians primarily move about in shades of grey.  In Rome there are definite places you should walk, and definite places where you shouldn’t, but the spectrum between the two extremes is very large.  Rather than the black and white zones of road to curb to sidewalk to front lawn to building, everything blends together and it takes a grand gesture (less like a curb and more like a façade) to divert traffic. There are few sidewalks, especially on the back streets, so when a car or vespa is not coming through, the street becomes pedestrian territory and vice versa.  These slackened boundaries certainly heighten my twenty minute walk to class each day; playing real life frogger with a revving scooter is obviously more exciting than dodging students determined to reach the stacks before you do.

 

Though I can only now describe with certainty the rules of movement within the city, I have a feeling that the grey areas go deeper within the social spectrum.   I have met many friendly Italians and already I know that just because you may not know a person’s name or even speak their language doesn’t mean that you can’t learn something from them. I think this is why it seems possible for anything to happen here. Though this idea comes with all new places, perhaps the constant flux in Rome perpetuates it since the boundary lines seem much more blurred.   Justin Bieber may have been too cool for us in Ithaca, but is it too much to think that an Italian pop star may mistake me for his ex-singing partner here and scoop me up on his scooter to perform at the Colosseum?  I think not.

 

-Heidi Schmitt

16
Aug

Le Prime Impressioni

Ciao, Italia! After years of anticipation, I am finally here. I spent this summer doing a traveling architecture studio and then traveling with friends, so to do laundry and to hide my backpacking backpack in the darkest corner under my bed have both been exciting aspects of settling into my new home.

 

I live with seven of my architecture friends in a great apartment overlooking the Tiber River on a street called Lungotevere de’ Cenci (“lungotevere” literally means “along the Tiber”). Although being alongside the Tiber also means being alongside a busy street which gets loud at night, and although there is an old lady downstairs who notoriously complains about the slightest noise, this is by far the coolest living set-up I’ve ever had. Primarily, this has to do with how huge the apartment is. In collegetown (oh, that faraway place), it is fairly common to live with seven other people in one disintegrating house, but it is unheard of for so many people to live in one apartment. Here at Cenci, though, the wide hallway, the high ceilings, and the huge rooms make it completely possible and even great. Granted, most of us have roommates (I share the room with my friend Carly), but the size of the rooms makes that easy.

 

One of the first things I noticed in Italy, and this rings true of other European countries I’ve been to this summer, is that Italians make extended eye contact on the street. However, this is usually neither inviting nor aggressive. It seems to be because they are genuinely curious about other people they see, and don’t think there is anything wrong with showing it. In the United States, if I ever wanted to take a closer look at someone I see in a public place (hypothetically, of course), I would have to be sneaky about it. Here, it seems culturally normal to look at others and not feel obligated to smile or say anything. Good thing, too, because Rome seems to be a people-watcher’s paradise.

 

I have now written what seems to be the majority of a blog entry, and I haven’t even touched on the city itself. In fact, I am rather avoiding the issue, because I don’t know where to begin to describe a metropolis so layered with history and culture. I have been here for a week now and I spent the last three days with my parents, who were visiting me before school starts. I have been going on extended walks every day, with either my parents or my roommates. By now, I’ve seen most of the touristy sites and explored a few monasteries and back alleys, but I feel as if I am just beginning to get a grasp on this city. The more I see, the more I want to see. I can’t wait for September, when the majority of tourists will go back home and Italians will return to Rome from vacation. As an architecture student, I search for authenticity in every place I visit, and so far it’s been hard to catch more than glimpses of that in Rome. When the masses of tourists are gone, I hope to find more of the “real Rome”, whatever that may be!

-Jackie Krasnokutskaya

13
Feb

First Reflections In Rome

Guest Blogger Katerina Athanasiou


Suddenly, it’s mid-February. It seems that our time in Rome is already passing by rapidly. Allow me to backtrack a bit. I arrived in Rome on January 5th – a few days before intensive Italian classes began. Arriving with only the most basic knowledge of Italian language — ciao, per favore, arrivederci – I was excited to start! These weeks were a whirlwind. Those enrolled in Italian were in class from 10 till 1 and 2 till 3:30 every day! Though classes were surely taxing, they were also incredibly rewarding. It’s pretty surreal how much we all learned in such a short period of time. Our elementary Italian was supplemented by our everyday attempts to get acquainted with Rome. These were perhaps some of my most rewarding experiences: recognizing the names of vegetables in the grocery store, ordering a loaf of bread in a bakery, asking for directions. After two weeks of learning our way around, all planners, artists, and architects finally arrived in Rome, right before a weekend of orientations (as Becky described) and the official start of classes on January 17th.

From architectural history to photography, our courses are only enhanced by location. Getting to learn in a truly hands-on way is a very distinct experience. For instance, the planning students are all enrolled in the “Rome Workshop,” in which we are all put into groups and assigned neighborhoods. I’ll be studying Garbatella, a part of Rome initially designed to be a “Garden City.” I remember reading Ebenezer Howard’s work on garden cities in The American City just this fall, so getting to experience this first hand is really interesting. After our first week of classes, we had a free weekend during which some students chose to travel. Cornell in Rome took a trip to a very cold Naples last week, which I’ll be recapping about soon!

So far, life in Rome is chaotic but beautiful. I must say that the Rome I dreamt up in my head was much smaller and village-like. On the contrary, Rome is a bustling metropolis that functions as the nation’s capital, home of many Italians, and revolving door for tourists. Unfolding the many layers of Rome — from ruins to modern day functions – provides for a constant adventure. Living in the heart of the historical district, just around the corner from our classes at the Palazzo, is in many ways surreal. Almost daily, while on a casual walk or when wildly lost, one can run into an old fountain or beautiful church, some of which are not even major landmarks in the city. Rome is endlessly striking and engaging.

03
May

Cornell Goes to Sardinia

A guest post by landscape architect Lucy Thayer

On April 22, 2010 the Architecture Theory class went to Alghero, Sardinia for four days to create installations in the sand dunes.  Our class had spent the last several weeks preparing for the trip, thinking of concepts and strategies. None of us knew what to expect of our four groups with their four unique approaches to the challenge.

Late Thursday night, as we groggily emerged from the tiny coastal airport of Alghero, we all noticed the fresh and pleasant island air. Our flat, a bed and breakfast by the ocean, soon found us happily dreaming in our beds. The site of our installation was the nearby beach and the surrounding dunes.  That Friday morning happened to be drizzly, (which eventually turned to hard rain in the afternoon) but it was still pleasant to walk around the site and peruse the beach area.

At the beach we met with a class from the University of Alghero who had done this same exercise the previous year.  The students brought us to their sites, most of which were remains and memories at this point, and discussed their work. This review of previous work was helpful for us, as we had all arrived with a concept and idea we hoped to execute, but no specific knowledge of  how we would meld the ideas we formulated in Rome to the actual site in Alghero.  Before lunch we had a couple of hours to explore and figure that out.

We walked to the center of Alghero for lunch. Our professor brought us to a little restaurant frequented by the university staff and students.  It was delicious and reasonably priced! Most of the plates at my table were of pasta – colored black by squid ink with mussels- it was the best black pasta I have ever eaten!  After lunch, we took a short tour of the center, specifically looking at the historic wall of Alghero that bordered the shoreline.  Along the way, we saw the house of the parents of the future wife of George Clooney, so it was quite the well-rounded tour.  The rest of the afternoon, each group spent time planning execution of their project, tests or trials, until it really started to rain, so we called it a day.

Saturday morning was warm and cloudy and with ideas ready, we headed to the beach and started working. The sun came out during our short lunch break, and many beach-goers mysteriously showed up too.  It was nice to be in the sun, but we didn’t relax, as we were all eager to finish our installations and see the final product. We worked all day and each group finished at different times, but we had it all completed by the end of the day.  My group celebrated by walking home on the beach during the sunset and going back to the restaurant for more black pasta.

We were all hoping for a sunny and warm Sunday, and it was everything we might imagine a Sunday in Sardinia could be. We headed to the beach to check our installations and make adjustments as necessary.  Only 30 minutes behind schedule, at about 12:30, we began a tour of all the installation sites with guests who had come to see our work. We were supposed to start at 12:00, but, hey, it’s Italy and that was a timely start; no one (especially not me) complained about waiting on the beach! Visiting the sites was great – wow- each group’s installation was truly great.

It was a pleasure to see and hear the explanations of everyone’s work because we had all been so busy finishing our own projects that we didn’t have time to take in each others’ work. We finished the tour a little before 2:00 and headed to lunch at the ‘hut’ that is a snack bar during the tourist season. Locals, who stay there all year, let us use their facilities to keep our tools in, etc.  It was here the locals prepared our lunch.

They served traditional Sardi fare for us, beginning with a wheel of fresh pecorino cheese and bread, then gnocchetti with a tomato and lamb sauce, and ending with lamb and artichokes, which had been cut fresh that morning.  The food was deliciously memorable. We had an extra bit of time to enjoy the beach before it was time to head back to Rome, given that the locals generously gave us a ride to the airport, and we didn’t have to take the bus! Italian hospitality seemed unending.

We will remember the experiences we had on the beach of Alghero, Sardinia even though before we knew it the weekend was over…the challenges prepared, executed, and delivered with imagination. On our way back to Rome we were tired and satisfied that this had been a great project for students, good to review and to remember.

Below are project descriptions and images from each group in the course:

FORAS LOCI

Carina Steinhoff, Lucy Thayer

‘Invasive species’ are found, blamed and despised all over the world. Ailanthus altissima, considered a nuisance plant, thrives along Alghero’s roadsides and ditches. Posidonia oceanica washes up on shore by the hundreds, peppering the beach with dry brown balls.

The effort exerted to remove and control these plants is extensive. The project highlights these invasive species, taking them out of context and looking at them in a different way.

This was accomplished at the top of the sand dunes, a place where neither Ailanthus nor Posidonia is found. Present, however, as collector and transplanter of both species was the most effective invader of all – man.  The two plants were united with Juniper roots exposed by erosion along the beach. Planted in a line, the Ailanthus flowed over the topography of the dunes, while the Posidonia acted as the datum, marking the rise and fall from one dune to the next.  Both invaders move through the dunes and lead to the ocean.

Together these forces cause one to ask – what is an invasive species? what does it effect? who is responsible?

Invasive Species

LABRYINTH

Asha Isaacs, Fay Zhou

During the semester we have seen numerous garden and landscape designs. We realized most of these landscape designs look natural in their present form but are a man made creation. We decided to use as much of the natural surrounding resources while still allowing the viewer to realize the structure was a creation for this particular site.

We chose to construct the installation out of fabric, tree trunks, string and candles. The way the fabric was secured to each tree branch determined a view of the ocean, forest and cityscape. The transparent fabric was layered spreading out from a central point which was a planted tree branch. The initial concept to create a grid like structure manifested itself into a separate project which was seen on entering the site. For this smaller instillation we gathered tree branches found on the beach to create the grid in the sand. Both installations created incorporate as much of the natural surroundings as possible and we planned to create an instillation that could be left on site.

The inspiration for the project comes from the notion of taking in ones surroundings to create something new, specific to a place and time. We were inspired by Maria Lai,Christo and Jeanne-Claude The Gates in Central Park, Running Fence, The Umbrellas, Valley Curtain Robert Smithson Spiral Jetty, The Lighting and his use of the earth Dennis Oppenheim.

We took into account the skyline of Alghero and the necessity for people to be able to physically walk through our installation. The tree trunks were connected by the white transparent fabric, which was inspired by the famous Alghero artist Maris Lai. She was able to connect the whole city of Alghero with a thread.  We used the fabric as a tool to create new lines of sight, this was inspired by Easter in Alghero: street lamps along the ancient fortress walls are covered with red fabric. We hoped to touch on this theme by placing red candles in between the fabric. The candles light during the night instillation reflected their glow below while the cityscape lights shown from above.

First we decided on which location would best fit our needs for the installation. We chose a site that had a level surface but was raised above on a dune in order to see different views of the forest, cityscape and ocean. Once we decided on this site we took to planting trees. The main point from which the fabric would come from was a tree that was planted in the center of the open space. From here we used string to determine the height of each piece of fabric. We used the string tied between trees to dictate what views we wanted to create. Once the string grid was set we then replaced the string with fabric.

Labryinth

DATUM

Juliette Dubroca, Lisa Nesterova, Phoebe White

Once in the dunes of Alghero, we noticed that the local environment was rapidly transforming: the dunes were eroding and the construction of the two recent harbors affected the immediate shoreline. With this idea of landscape transformation in mind, we decided to create an installation that would document the changes in the three different environments of our site. Our installation was a strip composed of two hundred plastic cups submerged into the ground. This strip was divided into three different site conditions: sea to dune, dune to meadow and meadow to forest. Over twenty four hours, our data collectors showed us samples of significant changes in the landscape conditions. The two areas that demonstrated the most change were the sea to dune and dune to meadow sections. In the short period of data collecting, erosion of the dune was noted.

We hoped that the installation would intrigue the visitors of the beach. By examining the data collectors in the three different sections of the site, the viewers would become aware of the constant environmental and landscape changes.

Datum Mare

SOMETHING ABOUT CONTAINERS . . .
Alan McNutt

On wandering the site, I found there to be many lines of travel that traversed the distinct thresholds of the Maria Pia Pinewood.  Fragmentary moments broke the transformed animal paths, opening to clearings of sky or ending in bed baskets of juniper and cypress.  Life was moving, and beautiful.  Yet, I found death was everywhere.  Not the violent kind of death of war-stained cities, just the old and forgotten kind that you sometimes find in the dark windows of Rome.  Naked and gnarled trees of grey swept to the charred and lost objects that litter the rolling landscape.  Things once inhabited and useful now lay empty and void of life.  Containers became an object of my interest.

Water, the essence of life, is held in containers.  The soft-bodied creatures of the sea create and trade their containers.  The habits and comforts of human activity occur too, within containers.

Two forms called my attention.  One rigid, and rectilinear.  The other dynamic, and circular.  Both ruins of a WWII effort to hold the Western coast of Alghero.  The square is the geometry of our realm, that of the earth.  The circle, that of the sky and heavens beyond.  I took two moves in my work here, first, carving deeper into the imbedded boxes of earth and matter, and second, spiraling up in a skyward reach of light and air.

There’s something about containers…

There's something about containers...