I can’t remember precisely when Brutalist architecture transitioned in my mind from monstrosity to masterpiece. But it must have happened at some point. Growing up in the 1990s concrete walls were only to be pulled down never to be put up. Nearly three decades later Brutalism is unavoidable. We need a new map to guide us through the concrete terroirs.
I wrote on The Atlas of Brutalist Architecture (Phaidon 2018) for Port Magazine to ask what kind of history are we rebuilding? Is it one that acknowledges the international history of Brutalism?
Open your phone and there will be three photo galleries of Yugoslavian spomeniks, two interviews with young authors in their Barbican flats, nine homemade concrete plant pots, and at least two fashion shoots on the Alexandra Road Estate. We’re all guilty—this article is guilty—but for a moment let’s bring it back to architecture.
Et tu, Brutalism, is up on Port Magazine.