Repp tie, tweed, white oxford...a nice classic look.
Punched up a bit with penny loafers and bright red socks.
Now for the unrelated bit: I think this is the first outfit that I wore to work in architecture. As of tomorrow, I am part of a four person team of students who will be proposing a few new designs for the expansion and renovation of the school library. It's a federally funded work study job, part time and tax exempt, running for the next ten weeks. Our supervisor is an award winning architect who cut his teeth in I.M. Pei's office working on the Mt. Sinai Medical Center in New York. This was also when they were designing the pyramid addition to the Louvre in Paris and the famous China Bank Tower. You may or may not now about architecture, but believe me that's pretty damn prestigiuos.
We'll be helping the library staff to reach a decision about how best to incorporate most of the floor below the existing library into their program. The final design will then be sent off to an actual firm to be tweaked and eventually built. Not bad for my "get your feet wet" position. Beats hell out of starting in the mail room, anyway.
The whole thing sort of dropped out of the sky at me. Thursday, I chanced upon a meeting with the man in charge of federal work study positions. We talked, he found out that I have a love of hand drafting over computers, and said I'd be perfect for this job, since the architect loves to work in the old fashioned way. Monday, I emailed him my resume. Tuesday night I got an email asking me to come to a meeting today, and tomorrow I'll be crawling around the fifth floor with a tape measure so we can get started on the "as built"drawings. So just like that, after two years of searching and only having one interview, I find myself working on a real project to be constructed within a few years. Best of all, the duration of the job coincides with Mrs. G's maternity leave.
So from now until the end of May, I'll be taking two classes, one of which is a studio, and living with a 2 1/2 year old, a newborn, and my recuperating wife. I saw a cute thing today that said "stress is when you're gut says 'no way' and your mouth says 'sure, no problem'". I think I get that now. Our supervisor laughed when I told him what was on my plate, and said something about how so many good architects have a habit of handling what ought to be too much all at once, so I must be on the right track.
Don't be surprised if the posting here grinds to a crawl in the near future. I'm sure you understand, dear readers.
(p.s. Before I get a ton of comments asking if that's a stain on my lapel, it's not. Just a bad photo.)
