Wake and Bake: Notes From Last Night's Q&A With Woodall Rodgers Deck's Parkitect
|A view of the Woodall Rodgers Park's planned restaurant, looking north from the park|
During the Q&A afterward a couple of people -- one a Brit-sounding lady, the other a guy with a great suntan -- asked somewhat timidly about the, uh, well, you know, the heat issue. You know. Like the four months out of the year in Dallas when the sun can kill you like it was a gun. The four months out of the year when New York architects who are designing stuff for Dallas never ever come to visit Dallas because if they did they would slap themselves silly and go back to New York and take all of the glass and brushed aluminum surfaces out of their designs. Those four months?
But the moderator, Dallas's own midway barker of French impressionism, Rick Brettell, was his entertainingly WASP-ish self in shooting down all heat-related negativism and defending Tom Phifer, the architect who has designed a glass-walled and glass-ceilinged pavilion and restaurant for the park.
Phifer, for his part, assured the audience that the glass roof of the pavilion will be "perforated" to create a dappling effect that will change "the way people interact with the light." You mean, like, not die?
The lion's share of the crowd was made up of art and architecture courtesans hoping for their own pieces of the pie, so the reception was largely favorable, but I could see a few people shaking their heads in the back of the room.
What do we here in Dallas want most in a park?
What is the thing that draws us like a magnet, the thing we rush toward with blankets and baskets banging at our hips in hopes we can get to it and stake it out for ourselves before anybody else can?
Shade, shade, Mr. Phifer. Above all else, before all else, shade. Shade, shade and more shade. So, feature this. You've got a park baked by glass buildings on all sides, Texas sun above and an entire roaring freeway cooking it from underneath. And you're in the middle of it in a glass box. Are you having fun yet?
On the other hand, maybe the whole park will full of naked Swedes, lashing themselves with birch boughs. I'd go to see that.