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If concrete could talk, the Barbican’s Brutalist buildings would probably grumble about modern architecture and then invite you in for a stiff Grey Goose and cranberry.
Yes, yesterday Darce, Stuart and I took The Architecture Tour of the Barbican Centre in the glitzy City of London.
It was like stepping into a dystopian utopia - where every raw concrete surface somehow oozed charm and intellectual defiance.
Our guide, Oliver, was equal parts historian and architectural apologist.
We walked through the post-war dreams of a society that clearly had a surplus of cement and ambition.
The place is a love letter to grey, angular beauty - and strangely, by the end, you’ll find yourself swooning over ventilation shafts and shadowy stairwells.
Unlike the weather, Brutalism is cool.
Typical for a last night of a holiday, we found the best gay bar in town! The Alley. Bear bar, great crowd, great music, free-pouring drinks, and this gem in the corner - Adams Family Pinball !!!🦇👻⚫️🔮⚡️🔌🧡
I was in Heaven.
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Darce & I visited upon this Venetian fever dream yesterday with no labels (Isabella’s rules), dim lighting, and a courtyard that feels like a Renaissance spa.
We wandered past Titian, Vermeer, Degas, & empty frames from the 1990 heist - still hanging, like the art might come back out of guilt.
Feels less like a museum, more like breaking into a rich woman’s house and staying for the Botticelli.
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