I recently ventured to BCIT in Burnaby. The architecture of the campus was modernism at its worst. In every direction you walked there was a dilapidated concrete building accented by cold metal and glass. Finding my way through the campus was hellish, nothing separated one building’s appearance from the next. On frequent occasion I entered the incorrect building, I have never had to ask for directions so often. Those students roaming the campus seemed well versed in directing people through their concrete maze.
The architecture may have been functional or in vogue at some point. Alas in 2013 it epitomized the concept of bleak. I never believed that something as fundamentally secondary, in my books, such as aesthetics could have such a profound effect on me. From the moment I stepped on campus a depressive cloud set over me. That experience instigated an epiphany in me, I can only speculate how living in a world bedecked by cold steel and blank concrete could effect a person, could effect a society.
Those unlucky enough to inhabit those infamous prefab concrete housing complexes in post war Europe must have been adversely affected by their bleak surroundings. I am not the least surprised by the multitude of social issues, which arose in that atmosphere, a surrounding void of visual stimulus.
I count myself blessed to live in a time and location, which embraces diversity in architecture.