our eyes in the sky.

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roses of bardill.

[zeiss ikon contina IIa]

"the formwork is made of spruce from trees that are felled every spring in the forest around 
the village. a carpenter cut the wood into boards of different widths, allowed it to dry, and 
then planed it. [...] when poured conrete is used, thought needs to be given to the 
appearence of the surface. [...] a total of five hundred rosettes are found on the structure. 
we could use our formwork between three and five times. one hundred and fifty rosettes 
were carved by hand in two months by two cabinet makers."

valerio olgiati

the young and the old.

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atelier bardill.

oberrealta.

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lunch by the chapel.

empty school.

[zeiss ikon contina IIa]

only echoes from kids voices.

"just pour it".

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valerio olgiati's famous words about what to do with concrete.

bridges of viamala III.

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wandering down.
from the light in those tree tops,
to bridges over shady clefts.

bridges of viamala II.

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jürg conzett, pùnt da saransuns, viamala, cantone dei grigioni, svizzera, 1997-1999.

bridges of viamala I.

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swiss roadtripping.

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cold night.

 
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we abandoned the haldenstein views and returned to the car.
our hostel wast just going to be half an our away. 
we had had no idea it was half an hour upwards. 
silence, darkness, cold and cowbells when we arrived. that was it at first. 
but then, after a ten minutes walk, a mountain hut with raclette and beer inside. 
yum!

haldenstein.

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oh little magic village. 

we glanced into the courtyard of atelier zumthor but did not dare to knock on the door. 
dusk was falling over the tree-covered garden. 
low voices and laughter echoing from the other side of the wall. 
they played ping-pong on the grass, and i think we heard their glasses clinking.
warm light streaming from inside the studio, i remember coloured lights in the trees. 
(but that might just be my imagination fooling me).

we were the outsiders. 

disappearing act.

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a ruin sitting above the little village of haldenstein. 
we just had to reach it. 
and we just had to crawl inside that narrow hole. (can you see the feet of johan?)
scared to get stuck, scared to fall down. 
at last we came through. 
mint was growing inside. 
haldenstein was small under our feet.

bündner kunstmuseum, chur.

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here we are 
just inside the entrance doors 
standing by the lockers 
looking into that little café. 

for you architects reading, this is well worth a visit. 
additions were made to the museum during the 80s, 
by peter zumthor in partnership with p.calonder and h.j. ruch. 
very many fine details, discrete but clear material meetings,
nice exhibition spaces both in the old buildings and in the 'modern' basement.

shelter for roman ruins.

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it turned out that these buildings are only open four days a year.
instead of walking that steel bridge we could just watch it from the outside. 
a few windows in the wooden espalier allowed us to.