Category: Modern Italy

I was in a dusty basement in Milan last autumn, tracing the edge of a particularly stubborn travertine slab, when I realized how much we misread the era. Most critics approach rationalism between the wars as if it were a…

I was standing in a damp warehouse outside Milan last Tuesday, my flashlight catching the jagged edge of a crumbling concrete pillar, when it hit me how much we misunderstand these spaces. Most people look at an industrial building in…

I was standing on a scaffolding in Turin last October, my fingers tracing the oxidized seam where a wrought-iron balcony met a limestone lintel, when it hit me how much we misinterpret this era. Most people walk past these buildings…