Here’s a true story, from when I was growing up. The year was 1969 and we had just moved into a glass and pine layered box pegged to the side of Linksfield Ridge. My father, Gerald Gordon, was the architect and the house was featured in various newspapers at the time, front page of the Sunday Times property section, and so on.
There was a housewarming, and among the guests, a great uncle and family showed up at the door, gift in hand. They ring the bell, and the housewarming gift is a pot-plant, all complete in a faux-classical white pot. You know its sort I’m sure, the kind of arriviste kitch you might find at Pond & Parlour. Whereupon Gerald said, “You, dears, are welcome. But the pot stays outside!”
Fast forward 52 years and this same house now bears a Johannesburg Architectural Legacy blue plaque, reflecting on both the house and its designer. And the story is worth its retelling because opening your eyes and pushing back against the derivative and the ersatz matters. Well, it mattered to Gerald.
Blue Plaque (Kathy Munro)
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