Whitney procures services of big name architect. Hilarty ensues.

The Whitney is ready to give it another go, this time hiring Renzo Piano to take a crack at developing an expansion plan. It certainly seems to be a good time to be a name architect with a fading, repetitive oeuvre, but aren’t there, oh, a hundred or so firms out there that maybe are deserving of this commission? I remember remarking to friend, quite cyncially, about ten years ago, that architecture would continue to calcify until the old guard finally started to die off, and that it was even hard to figure out who would rise, since so much work is siphoned off by such a narrow slice of firms. Sure, they waited their turn as well, but Piano did the Pompidou 27 years ago. That’s plenty of time to bask in fame and glory. I mean, don’t you think Smith-Miller Hawinkson are a little bitter? By the time their turn comes, they’ll be dead. Anyway, Piano, lots of experience, blah, blah, blah, former attempts to renovate withered in the face of costs and community opposition, blah, blah, blah. The Times does it by the numbers. They should just use that Graves rendering for every subsequent article, cause what Piano actually does won’t matter than much.

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