Published December 2008, Wallpaper*
It’s 1967. And David Rockwell is a New Jersey boy
who loves community theater and the beach, probably in that order. His mother
and stepfather are a vaudeville dancer and a business entrepeneur, in charge of
four older boys, and that year seems like a good year to get out of Deal. ‘My
father decided to sell the house and within eight weeks of talking about moving
we were in a station wagon driving to Guadelajara, Mexico,’ says Rockwell,
telling this one of a hundred stories on a hot August afternoon in his Union
Square office. David Rockwell is all about stories.
‘That was the best way to move,’ he continues. It’s
good to know he was happy, but this isn’t a story about relocation and how it
affects the family. This is a story about how David Rockwell, now 52, makes the
playful, engaging, literally theatrical (in that it has to do with theater and
its cuts and scenes and stages and transitions) architecture he does, and maybe
even why.
‘It was all public space,’ he says of that first trip. ‘All of the life happened in marketplaces, and in the space between different buildings.’ Rockwell is looking back in what he calls the ‘rearview mirror’ of his life and filing all the events into a narrative that can explain his work today. And it’s clear, looking at Rockwell’s colorful, often outsized and always entertaining work, that this first introduction to public space, and that eleven-year-old’s observation that most of the interesting stuff happens on the periphery and in the places between, that he has been working and re-working that idea ever since.
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