Thursday 28 January 2010

avoir du chien


Ok. Here's a thought for everyone. We are trained to appreciate true beauty. We are trained to dissect beauty to unravel substance. We spend hours studying visual stimulants. We are trained to be aware of our experiences. We are trained to see beyond beauty. We contemplate and write papers about aesthetic. We are obsessed with details. We like contradictions. We are playful with spaces, colours and materials. We are judge on presentations. We trained to be tested every day with complex design processes. We search for simplicity. We champion communication. We guide for practicality. We are trained to be persuasive. We envisage ideas. We see the bigger picture. We are expected to be understanding. We are artists. We are businesspeople. We are organisers. We are planners. We are coordinators.

So, my question to you; what do Architects prefer?
Blondes or Brunettes? Betty or Veronica? Brown, Green or Blue eyes? Short or Long hair? Big or Small eyes? Light or Dark? Symmetry or Asymmetrical? Kids or No Kids? Face, Legs, Boobies or Bum? Slender or Curvaceous? Tall or Short? Cosy or Outgoing? Thick or Thin Lips? East or West? Youth or Experience? Vegetarian or Not? Waist-to-hip ratio of 0.7? Stable or Psychotic? Intelligent or Dense? Confidante or F-buddy? Sexiness or Na-da?


The Blonde Vs Brunette saga. Can they ever get along? No love triangle is complete without one of each. Remember the comic Archie? He was torn between Betty and Veronica for years. A colleague of mine once said, he LUST for many attractive women but has a PASSION for darker hair. Another explained that blonde hair is a recessive trait, disfavoured by nature. Since hair is a superfluous and primarily serves as a device for attracting mates, if she has lush hair in the recessive gene, she must have a fully-functioning immune system thus making her a good candidate for re-production! Personally, I'm not too sure with his reasoning. Perhaps genetic, subconscious, animal instinct or opposites attract are some of the reasons but I have to admit I've always been a sucker for Brunettes. Look at Monica Belucci (older), Alexis Bledel (young) and Jessica Stroup (younger) - need I say more? But that's not to say that Blondes are bad, as you would expect from an Architect who appreciates beauty, I've dated Scandinavians before. Amazing creatures, let me tell you, and you can't go any blonder than that! I guess I've always preferred brown eyes and most Blondes seldom do. Saying that, I have met those rare natural Blondes with brown eyes - I'm fond of them. But, there are those rare creatures with deep blue eyes and alluring brunette hair, they drive me wild! It is just a preference I guess.

I read a study regarding Architects choosing their future partners and not surprisingly, most of us prefer Brunettes. I can't help to smile thinking about Paolo's disapproval face when his missus told him she was going Blonde. Meanwhile, Toru prefer Orientals but I'm sure being in Europe that will soon change. Hmmm....

'You have the most marvelous youth, and youth is the one thing worth having.…Someday when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it. You will feel it terribly. Now, wherever you go you charm the world. Will it always be so? You have a wonderfully beautiful face, Mr. Gray.…And beauty is a form of genius-is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight or springtime or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the Moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it. You smile-ah, when you have lost it you won't smile. People say sometimes that beauty is only superficial. That may be so, but at least it is not so superficial as thought is. To me, beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
..' Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)

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