rainforest cafe, planet hollywood (1/?)
featured an insane central rotunda with stage, mezzanie, video wall, a full tech box, and absolutely gigantic signage for what was essentially the world's coolest micro center. did not last long... at all. rip to Fry's
Here is where I point out, spitefully, smugly, that many people who claim to hate postmodern architecture have no problem whatsoever with it when it's in this context, to the point where they don't even recognize it as postmodern. They accept it as business being business when it's used in a commercial setting (and of course the average person finds this kind of architecture fun and engaging, which is why it's successful in drawing customers), but in residential or civic architecture or etc they find it frivolous and childish and distracting. Why do you hate fun, sir? Will your oh-so serious rectilinear gray concrete and glass oubliettes save you from the oubliette in your soul? Where did it go wrong? When did you start to crave despair? Was it the beige stucco that beat you into submission? Did your friends taunt you for liking color? Does style make your gums bleed? I think you need to take a long look at yourself and ask if this is really who you want to be. Meanwhile, if you'll excuse me, I have to go buy a violently purple asymmetrical leopard skin sofa.
