Note to readers of John Seabrook's New Yorker profile of Iraqi female starchitect Zaha Hadid this week: The opening scene, full of potato chips and chicken falling from Hadid's mouth as he interviewed her lunching at the Mercer is no accident. It's advanced criticism.
The sandwich came with potato chips, and Hadid examined one, turning it in her fingers, which were long and tapered and ended in bright-red nails, before putting it into her mouth. The twisty geometry of an ordinary potato chip, to say nothing of the curves in modern cars and phones, is a reminder of how few buildings look as if they belonged in the digital world. Hadid is devoted to helping architecture catch up.
Well, now that we know of her love for chips—as well as her affinity for capes; it's a juicy piece!—we have to say that the salty snacks are exactly what come to mind when we see Hadid's buildings. The London Olympic Aquatic Center, being constructed for 2012, looks just like a Pringle! Is it possible then, that Hadid's work is able to achieve engineering feats previously only found in fried potato products? The New Yorker has done a fine job of examining Hadid as the lone Arab woman at the top of her field. We examine her work as it relates to a greasy, sour cream-and-onion-scented heap of Frito-Lays.
The Nuragic and Contemporary Art Museum in Cagliari, Italy; Lays
The just-completed MAXXI Museum, Rome; Sun Chips
Aqua Table for Established & Sons; Tostitos Scoops
VorteXX Chandelier for Zumtobel and Sawaya; Funyuns
The Bergisel Ski Jump in Innsbruck, Austria; Cheeto