Month: September 2012

  • Marin County Civic Center

    Marin County Civic Center

    Circles

    I have been driving past this strange building on the 101 for almost a year now, on the way to mountain biking in Marin, or other outdoorsy activities. I suspected it was a Mosque (unlikely though), a stadium, or perhaps some sort of edifice to Scientology. But I was wrong; in fact, it’s the Marin County Civic Center, and the final commission from Frank Lloyd Wright; at the time aged 90.

    Composed of sets of circles, I am reminded of an enormous Mexican hacienda landed from space, completed with Arabic detailing. I can’t help but imagine that this is what municipal buildings are like in Brazilia and other emergent South American nations. In short, the design left me a bit confused, and slightly put-off by the 2D-like projection of the shapes on the side of the building.

    What was more of a pleasure was peering through the windows to the still-working offices and meeting rooms. Spaces filled with mid-century furniture and desks still unadorned with computers, this place is a bit of a time-warp. While grubby and a bit worn out, I would still love to see the place when properly open to the public.

    Details work well from a medium distance, but seem a little tacked together.
    Lauryn, sneaking past the security cordon to go check out the offices.
    I found the forms more pleasing on the internal structures
    View from one of the landscaped hills that surround the building.
    The quasi-religious spire at the southern end of the complex
    Pleasing details
    Origami folds
    Geometric details
    Circles repeated everywhere

     

  • Pinball Wizard

    Pinball Wizard

    My weekend of pure Americana continued, when we stumbled upon the annual Pinball Expo at theĀ Marin County Civic Center. There was obviously no choice – we had to go.

    Bringing together machines from over fifty years, a one-time charge at the door allowed us to play on machines dating as far back as the 1950s, right up to the present day. It’s astonishing just how little the concept of the machines has changed; a pair (or perhaps a couple more) of flippers, a bunch of balls launched at unlikely, noisy obstacles. More than a few times, I got sucked into a cabinet, attempting to better my score, and I must say that some of the old machines were still a hoot to play. I guess this was the birth of the video game?

    A hall full of machines … it felt like stepping into one of those documentaries along the lines of Air Guitar Nation, or King of Kong. And yes, the people (i.e.: men) were just as fascinating.

     

    Machines followed a huge range of themes, from the frankly racist …
    … to the simply racy.
    A delight of the electric age.
    Reflecting the culture of their day
    Drawing the punters in
    At the back of the hall, and on loan from the local pinball museum (yes, that exists), was a fully-transparent machine. It was fascinating to see all the gears and electro-mechanical parts whizzing away – it’s amazing that they could extract logic from this collection of wires.
    I think I need one of these in my house
    Don’t tell my Dad about pinball machines – he would take over the house!