At that time, in my tiny architectural brain, the principal means to achieve this was through the critical commentary enabled by collage. It didn’t need saving then, but it did need fucking up. Of course, I had no illusions about using these technologies to save the world. I loved the bromide machine, the dyeline (I loved the smell of the ammonia), Pantone paper, reverse bromides and of course that greatest of all devices the PHOTOCOPIER. I was right into all of the architectural making machines of the late 80s. I was enamoured with various techniques of reprographics and representation.
There was a time when I was right into suing new technologies to do things.
