It's a London Life

At college I thought Architecture was the chosen course for dreary middle class morons but 20 years hence I find myself marvelling at Prague's Baroque churches, Ancient Rome's Parthenon, the cliff-hugging marvels of Positano and even the floodlit NFT on the Southbank. So, of course, last Thursday night meant a trip to the Barbican for the 'Le Corbusier' exhibition. What to expect from a person who calls themself 'Le Corbusier'? A certain pretense, peut etre? Well, I wasn't disappointed. Whilst strolling around the first floor of the exhibition a gentlemen next to me suddenly started to declaim ("I am an acrobat of forms, player with forms ...") from the balcony in a mid-atlantic accent as a mournful flute joined in. And was that a discordant piano turning the duo into a trio? It was indeed. How fantastic. A post modern (remember that term?) musical performance (of Xennakis) during a modernist architectural exhibition in the Barbican. It all fell in...