Architecture almost of its nature (the funky creations of Frank Gehry usually excepted) is about geometry. Angles and shapes, foursquare mostly, following function, in the immortal phrase of Chicago architect Louis Sullivan, the “father of skyscrapers.”
There aren’t really any skyscrapers in Portland, Maine. It’s a big small town (or a small big town) at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, a charming town filled with great places to eat, and preserving some of its older quirkier architecture along with the nautical sights of a major port. I love Portland.
I’ve posted these before, but they illustrate this category so well to me that I’m posting them again, because, well, I like to look at them! In its architectural form, detestable geometry becomes more than bearable. It becomes desirable.
An abstract, from a gritty urban landscape:
And another urban abstract:
Sometimes, though, the urban geometry is softened by the old: