Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

Architecture Tart Tuesday: Chichester Festival Theatre

Thift Deluxe, is this a brutalist building you're aware of? I thought you would be interested in seeing it, so when we went recently, I took my camera specially and took some pictures.

Chichester Festival Theatre, located in West Sussex, England, was designed by Philip Powell and Hidalgo Moya, and opened by its founder Leslie Evershed-Martin in 1962.

Chichester Festival Theatre is one of very few 20th Century buildings to be Grade II* listed. When it opened in 1962, it caused a stir with its strong Brutalist design. After fifty years of use, the building required thorough modernisation. This project restored much of the original design, removing all previous extensions and remodelling the foyer and auditorium, as well as adding a new steel extension.

I have seen shows in here, first The Rocky Horror Show and then The Master and Margarita, which was quite the experience before the show! I had gone with a friend of Andy as she had a spare ticket. Amongst the pre show chit chat, I was asked if I go to the theatre often. I was vague in answering as I had been to the theatre, but to pantomimes and most frequently, The Rocky Horror Show and I suspected that those things weren't as high brow as the people asking would have liked!

This sits opposite and in front of the smaller Minerva Theatre.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

The Folly Bird Part IV

Twas a foggy day

Onward with the Folly Roadtrip!
This is the last of the local ones and is The Vandalian Tower, which is part of Uppark. It sits a small distance from the house but can be easily seen without going to the National Trust property. In fact, it can be seen in the parting of the trees, from the town I live in, high up on a distant hill.
There is rumour, readily quashed by Uppark volunteers, that Admiral Lord Nelson entertained Emma Hamilton here, but the volunteer I spoke to said Nelson never visited Uppark, though Emma lived there for a time. I believe there was something mentioned about dancing on tables.
Regardless, has anyone heard of secret liaisons?

The Vandalian Tower was designed by Henry Keene for Sir Matthew Fetherstonhaugh around
1770. I was a bit naughty and took a photo inside Uppark when I wasn't supposed to (rebel) but I took it with my phone, which isn't actually a camera *cough* but sorry nevertheless if anyone from Uppark reads this. I was naughty, but rarely am, so forgive me?
I knew instantly what this building was when I saw it.

I also found this postcard online.

It's interesting to see how it deteriorated over the years.

I found this interesting information about it:

The tower was originally built in 1774 to celebrate the founding of the American settlement of Vandalia, a proposed British colony that never grew beyond its initial founders. Due to the American War of Independence, the small colony was hung out to dry and while they proposed becoming a state by the name of “Westsylvania,” the fresh American government scoffed at the idea and the territory was subsumed by the states now known as West Virginia and Kentucky. 

However before this colony was eaten by the fresh beast now known as the United States, back in Britain a stone tower was built to honour the fledgling settlement. Yet as one would expect, when the colony failed the tower was quickly abandoned, possibly out of embarrassment for their too quick self-congratulation.

Today, the remains of the tower are still standing amidst an overgrown field in the parish of Harting. The ruins are behind a fence that protects them from further deterioration as well as embarrassment.

I also found this -

It holds historical interest as a testament to Sir Matthew Fetherstonhaugh’s commercial interests in America and as a reputed meeting place of The Hellfire Club, the popular name for a number of exclusive clubs for aristocratic rakes in the 18th century.

And more information can be found here.

I feel as the patriotic Brit that I am, that I should say here, the fences around the tower are very likely to stop people going inside and damaging the structure further, or damaging themselves and nothing to do with embarrassment.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Architecture Tart Tuesday: Portsmouth Brutalism

When I was going through my photo files, I saw this and instantly knew someone who follows my blog would love it. I then found it was featured on the brutalism website and absolutely knew my hunch was correct.

This is the Norrish Central Library, built in 1976 and designed by Ken Norrish. I found this on line - "In 1996, the Victoria Park conservation area established in 1973 was extended to cover the entire Guildhall Square including the Norrish Central library, so unlike the tragic Tricorn Centre this brutalist masterpiece will not come under threat of demolition any time soon."

It is a building I have always known, coming from Portsmouth as I do. It was always around and I had many a trip there as a child as it wasn't my local library, but one my mother would take my sister to.

I shall definitely go back and do a proper photo shoot of the place.
Andy's due a haircut so I can go then.

The steep stairs which lead up to the library.
(there are shallower ones right next door, which is odd)

These lie at the foot of the stairs and remind me very well of the play equipment behind the 1960's town house I grew up in and the playground equipment in my first school. No soft bark ground there, it was concrete floor and concrete play equipment and like it! Concrete Henge if you like.

Speaking of the Tricorn Centre (RIP dear building) ...

The times I crossed this very road, at this very point ...

I got off a bus here as a child and promptly fell over a bollard!
Funny what you remember!

And see the sign? "Tricorn down! Portsmouth up!"
What's there now you may ask? A carpark.
Portsmouth also knocked down a beautiful old cinema in the nineties and there is nothing there to this day but rubble hiding behind fences.

This, this is all that's left.

A neighbouring building and I'm struggling to recall if the Tricorn reached this.

I have some Tricorn pictures from way back when myself and my friend of the time would spend ridiculous amounts of time exploring the then disused building. We were frequently shooed away by security. They were all taken with a cheap snapshot film camera, I'll see if I can find them ...

... found some! Unfortunately, I never had the foresight to get a picture of the entire structure, but it was difficult considering how big it was and how surrounded it was. I also never thought they would demolish it. I purposely avoided the area when I knew the demolition was taking place, made easier since I had moved away, but it still saddens me.

Aww look at baby Melanie!
I'm wearing a vintage jacket by the way.

Again, wearing the vintage jacket and a vintage mini dress which barely covers my bum!

My partner in crime.

Vintage hot pants and vintage fake fur. I also know I was wearing a vintage diamante necklace!
This is the result of watching Pulp, Suede and Manic Street Preachers videos!

The only vintage I'm wearing here is the white men's shirt I was wearing.

Other shots, more messing around in The Tricorn.

Vintage jacket.
60ft Dolls t-shirt.
Vintage velvet flares and £1.99 plimsolls!

I'm struggling to recall if that building in the background was part of The Tricorn in any way.

I have oodles and oodles of other photos, we were there all the time. Every Tuesday my friend would collect me, we would head into town, using the aforementioned crossing above, then we'd go to HMV and look at the new singles, go on to Woolworths where we would get a pot of tea for two, then we'd head to the Tricorn and take endless photos! I find it so sad that the Tricorn is gone, HMV has gone and Woolworths too. Consequently, I don't like to go to this part of Portsmouth anymore.