design reflux. vol 01 Chaos & Creative Process

design reflux. vol 02 Parapets and Prejudice

NRZ C1Z MUZ HO'S & DDO'S

"Architecture and architectural freedom are above all a social issue that must be seen from inside a political structure, not from outside it." - Lina Bo Bardi

Now before you think I'm here to perpetuate hatred and how shitty my city is, I want to premise this as the opposite. Although we now build from spreadsheets and continue to sprawl and toil, the reason I still love my city was always in it's composite.

Our heritage linked to the blood of our past our developed buildings made of plaster cast, and since 2020 our flags? Half mast.

From growing up in my hometown and losing love in it. To watching the elderly die online and getting burned in it. We lost the music, closed the shows and lost so much time yearning for our woes. They turned the NRZ against itself then put the C1Z on the shelf and don't even get me started on the MUZ... hold up I have to pee. (sorry)

We're back open now, and it looks like there's no sign of stopping. Our DDO's promising peaches and cream but with a small nominal fee for the topping.

We welcome and acknowledge our Country but forget how we came to it and regardless of who we vote for they'll still try and slap a rail line through it.

The reality is, aside from my little rhyme on the Victorian municipal and private sector. The true solution won't come from chaos or order, it will come from love and nectar.

Regardless of weather you're board of the skin of your building being made of bluestone, brick or stucco. Or your one bedroom flat breathes worse than a smoker on their "smoko".

If you're left, right or the beak in between. Or you cant pick out what shade of grey your interior should be.

As the extruded intrusions on your once sky filled neighborhood start to cast their place, and the skin of your heritage facade starts to wrinkle in your face. Know you're not alone in this endeavor and I will even do you one better... I promise to draw for you again one day, especially when you run out of cheddar.
I just wanted to talk to you first and write you this love letter.

PEGENTRIFICATION & MAKING CENTS OFF CENSUS

WANTED!
Dead and/or Alive.

For spending over 20 minutes in a 20 minute “neighbourhood”

Name: Irrelevant
Age: 101 Alive (Like the Dalmation movie) & 97 Dead (Urn can be smelted for a data centre)
Height: Not that tall

The 1% age demographic according to the 2021 census. He might still be alive when the next one comes out even though they got here in 1950. I don’t know how I’m going to rhyme these statistics but please bear with me.

Sum of dominant demographic 25-35 = Sum of remaining “outliers”. They were 30 when they got here and took care of us so we must realise these statistics as a sum of time and space, not where to send another bus.

Ageing amongst our elderly has become a privilege, our “pillars” weaponized from pillage and all you need to do is look at the 'Plan for Victoria' to see how we keep moving the line of scrimmage.

We engage 100k and get responses from a tenth of it, whilst the remaining 7 million sit and wait for the welcome kit. We petrify people out their doors and ask them if they’re “OK” and all you need to do is pull the calculator out to see what we will really have to pay… 0.2% person input on a plan meant for many, with sexy green graphics and iconography a plenty. We have commodified necessity, GPT’d the recipe, and if you take another bite there won’t be much left by 2050.

I wanted to end this track on a high note, maybe give some help to mother Hen. But the best I can do is on the remaining wanted and the ones assessing them.

Use your senses not your census, then maybe your kids will be able to enjoy both sides of you too, or our next plan will be train stops at Uluru.

(That’s a little Protagoras coin reference. Coins have three sides though… fuck!)

Now before we head to the next chapter and a conclusion to this piece. It won’t be much benefit if all I do is disturb the peace.

So here’s some pretty pictures, a plan or two so to speak. Where we can still party all night while caring for the elderly and weak.
The designs aren’t perfect, but nothing is if this track is for reference. I’m just another wanted statistic in a world spoilt for preference.

Ok let's finish this off, but before we do I have something to admit. The project I'm about to show you predates the welcome kit. It was my final architecture thesis, an ode to all of the above. The reason I'm sharing this with you now? The state has run out of love.

It was not even the one that is sitting on my resume, but it is still one the faculty are waiting for me to pay. It was the one I had failed, sadly because I chose to spend more time with you... So for the sake of keeping the assessors happy, the names in the pdf are greyed out too.

So please click the link below and have a read of it yourself, so I can move on with the rest of this volume & put the prejudice on the shelf.

What was once a story about collective living and the importance of you and me. Has now become a greyed out chapter in a wanted eulogy...

Click to view secret project

WARCHITECTURE

War! Huh! Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely a select few sadly…

The Laundry. The Witch. The Wardrobe & The Fuck, Fight and Eat schedule.

I hope I didn’t scare ya’ll with that last chapter. It’s fun to slow down sometimes to see how fast the world really is. And what better month to do it than ‘techtember’ is that what they call it? I can’t remember, it’s the tech month or something, ask your ai I’m sure it’ll tell you.

Anyway, let’s go back inside and tell some stories of how we design and inhabit the spaces we live in, and the things we often miss and take for granted.

Disclaimer: You will need a soul or at least have had one to understand the sacred notions of the home and how we dwell in it.

Love you, stay tuned xoxo

Hi Honey… did you miss me? What?… Did you think you could just lock me up in that first volume? Please! The ai barely even kissed me.

I can’t believe you would just try and ice me out like that after everything we’ve been through? I see you’ve started making rhymes now, but sweetie you’ve got bigger work to do. I can tell the first volume was just a practice, is this new one for the professionals too? Please settle before you break more hearts or the one’s assessing you. They’re too entrenched in their spreadsheets to even notice this kind of spread… So why are you being like this? Did the parapets not give you enough bread?

I can’t believe this is where you ended up from our last part. And to think I thought it was you who had the last heart…

Not very professional of yourself to talk with such negativity! I thought you said you loved your city and to “please bear with me”.

If I am being honest though, I do like this last chapter, but I’ll edit the title of it a bit while you go look for your protractor.

A small piece of advice, don’t give them all your tips and tricks… don’t turn into a cunt, even if the world is full of dicks.

Maybe this is why I made it back, to help you finish and rewrite this prejudice track… and to make sure the bots and ai’s don’t free farm your whole design stack.

It’s ok sweetie, momma Khaos has got your back.

Just remember talking isn’t do. And yes…

I Love you too. Xoxo