How to Get that Big Commission
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Why I’m Just Wild About Harry

Donald Maurice Kreis

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Now that architecture is blessedly post-post-modernism, and it is possible to look with affection and even respect on the major public designs of the 1960s, one might well ask: What major American architectural project of that era, through which millions of people pass each year, is still as fresh and functional is it was on the day its creator first presented the design’s initial drawings?

New Englanders might think of I.M. Pei, or Paul Rudolph, or maybe even Benjamin Thompson and his now-ubiquitous festival marketplaces. But for unsung architectural heroes of the 1960s, you can’t beat Harry Weese FAIA.

It was Weese, in 1967, who dreamed up the enduring and distinctive design concept for the Washington, D.C. metro system, with its vaulted, column-less spaces of coffered concrete, its richly textured walls awash in reflected light. In its grandeur, reflecting an abiding love of the subway-commuting masses, the system has no equal outside of Moscow, whose metro obviously influenced Weese’s design choices.

Weese was certainly a New England architect, in the sense that no one who received a bachelor’s in architecture from MIT, with a year spent at Yale, could not have been steeped in the region’s design traditions. But Weese’s name seems to have faded into a kind of obscurity here, if not everywhere - because he had the misfortune of hailing from and practicing in Chicago.

Although no American city outranks Chicago in importance to the history of the nation’s architecture, the Windy City was something of a curse to Weese, who died in 1998 at the age of 83. While many American architects came to Chicago and found the prairie to be liberating, as a native Weese was painfully aware of Daniel Burnham’s legacy. It was Burnham, who warned against making "small plans" because they "have no magic to stir men’s souls,"and followed his own advice. Weese ended his career disappointed that he did not earn recognition as the successor to Burnham’s mantle as great builder of a mighty American metropolis.

He deserved such recognition - or at least very nearly so.

That a 27-story building Weese designed in Chicago has become something of an icon on that city’s skyline is no great surprise, until one ponders the fact that the project is actually a prison. The Metropolitan Correctional Center, completed in 1975, has a bold triangular plan and a distinctive concrete façade with a syncopated array of (understandably) narrow windows.

The Oak Park Village Hall, completed in Oak Park, Illinois in 1974, is a similarly invigorating addition to the public realm. Most of the building is a square, cloister-like structure with offices arrayed around a courtyard - but one quadrant has been omitted in favor of a sharply triangular, plan-busting module that contains the village’s council chamber.

An earlier project, the First Baptist Church completed in 1965, is one of several projects Weese designed in the American architectural Mecca known as Columbus, Indiana. It is a rare example of a church design from that era which does not seem, 30 or 40 years later, to have forgotten that the beautiful does indeed connote the spiritual. The two tall, triangular sanctuary spaces that comprise the major elements of this design have simple, modern lines, but still look richly satisfying against the sky.

The unifying theme, and the accomplishment that makes Weese worthy of study today, is the ability to achieve architectural success in the public realm. At his best, Weese knew how to design beautifully as well as how to convince committees and bean-counters to invest in those designs, which look lavish by today’s denuded notions of what passes for building in the public and nonprofit sectors.

One must also confess that Weese had a mixed record, with some major projects that no longer look like great successes. The Sawyer Library, completed for Williams College in 1975, has a warehouse-like ambiance - and, alas, it is not just the books that are being warehoused. The library was designed with a series of warren-like study carrels, arrayed in a kind of sawtooth pattern, that must have seemed innovative at the time but today seem uniquely calculated to induce claustrophobia. The building Weese designed for the Law School at SUNY Buffalo similarly seems preoccupied with getting the job done as cheaply as possible at the expense of creating spaces that inspire or at least empower their occupants.

Architects who sense a resonance with the practitioners of a generation ago, but who are already well versed in the great works of familiar names northeastern names like Kahn or Breuer or Barnes, would do well to head for the nearest art library and check out the two published monographs of Weese’s work. One is Harry Weese Houses, by the architect’s wife, Kitty Baldwin Weese. The other, which is a thorough survey of the winners and losers among Weese’s commissions, is Issue No. 11 of the journal Process Architecture, entitled Harry Weese: Humanism and Tradition.

If you do not sense such a resonance, but you have read this far into a tribute to a dead architect, you deserve to learn Weese’s secret when it comes to landing a huge public commission like the Washington Metro. "It was the letter we wrote," Weese told the oral history project of the Art Institute of Chicago in 1988, confessing that he actually delegated the task to a well-spoken associate in his firm. "It was beautifully written. We showed that we were more enthusiastic than anybody else for the Metro. No other firms gave it more than perfunctory attention. So our letter was longer and better and the English was better."

Weese himself was quite articulate, and prescient about trends in the profession. "We live in the age of the consumer and he is rich and uncertain," Weese wrote long ago, before the era of gender-neutral language. "And with his accelerating estrangement from nature in industrialized society, artificial substitutes for natural processes, and the foregoing of tradition produces cultism, superstition enters the vacuum of angst, and decadence naturally follows. It is being reflected in our architecture."

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