Hello everyone: My name is Elena and I am an architect.
But do not think the "real" creative architect who dresses in black, he spends his nights ago to draw and render with the Rhinoceros.
No, my love is restored, the old walls, the plaster wall a little faded and peeling.
I love the minor architecture, the genius of the Gothic cathedrals, houses stacked one on top of Siena and Assisi, the narrow stone-paved streets. I love the trompe l'oil
doors and windows, fake medieval tapestries, the ceilings with wooden beams, the painted facades, wrought-iron grates.
I do not like postmodernism, the terraced houses On the outskirts, houses the violent unlikely colors.
Of all this I want to talk, so I created my blog: Why this immense wealth, of which the walls of every city shall keep a record, to look and look, fade and are lost every year that passes, and is lost forever .
But do not think the "real" creative architect who dresses in black, he spends his nights ago to draw and render with the Rhinoceros.
No, my love is restored, the old walls, the plaster wall a little faded and peeling.
I love the minor architecture, the genius of the Gothic cathedrals, houses stacked one on top of Siena and Assisi, the narrow stone-paved streets. I love the trompe l'oil
doors and windows, fake medieval tapestries, the ceilings with wooden beams, the painted facades, wrought-iron grates.
I do not like postmodernism, the terraced houses On the outskirts, houses the violent unlikely colors.
Of all this I want to talk, so I created my blog: Why this immense wealth, of which the walls of every city shall keep a record, to look and look, fade and are lost every year that passes, and is lost forever .
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