Everyone had been waiting for the scaffolding to come down. And it did, just long enough for the Queen to cut the ribbon, before going back up. But now it really is finished, and architectural photographers from all over Europe have been descending on Edinburgh in search of the definitive shot.
“Yes, I’m paying, because rich magazines and museums won’t do it – and I’m the struggling artist!” It’s 11pm on a cold late October night in Utrecht. The last Eurostar back to London left hours ago, I have no credit card or cash and Job Smeets of Studio Job is angry that no one else has offered to pay for dinner.
On Omotesando-dori, architecture and consumption come together like nowhere else on earth. Along this tree-lined avenue, and in the backstreets of the Aoyama district that it bisects, are dozens of contemporary palazzi, built not by wealthy, cultured citizens, but by global fashion houses. Oxford Street, the Champs Elysées and Madison Avenue look tired by comparison.