An Architect’s Guide to Running a Practice

Аннотация

From as early as I can remember, I wanted to be an architect. But Edinburgh University almost killed off my hopes, with a programme of extraordinary dullness. I found myself being taught by a self-important man whose only architectural gift to the world was (as I recall) a bungalow in Duddingston which, bizarrely, had mechanical shutters on every door and window to make his wife feel secure when he was away. I never knew if this was to keep vandals out or her in.