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British coastal cities threatened by rising sea ‘must transform themselves’

January 15th, 2010

Hull and Portsmouth could be dramatically remodelled, suggests report

Hull could be transformed into a Venice-like waterworld and Portsmouth into a south coast version of Amalfi, engineers and architects have claimed in a study of options for developing Britain's coastal cities in the face of rising sea levels.

The Institution of Civil Engineers and the Royal Institute of British Architects yesterday warned the future of cities including London, Bristol and Liverpool was at risk from seas which the Environment Agency predict could rise by as much as 1.9m by 2095 in the event of a dramatic melting of the Greenland ice sheet.

The report, Facing up to Rising Sea Levels. Retreat? Defence? Attack?, suggests swaths of Hull and Portsmouth's city centres could be allowed to flood over the next 100 years and large parts of the populations moved out.

In a model that explores managed retreat from the coast in some areas, Hull's historic city centre would be limited to an island reached by bridges and Venetian-style water taxis, while in Portsmouth large parts of Portsea island would be given back to the sea while new "hillside living" developments would be built on densely packed hillside terraces, akin to the towns of Italy's Amalfi coast. "The scenarios we have created are extreme, but it is an extreme threat we are facing," said Ruth Reed, Riba president. "Approximately 10 million people live in flood-risk areas in England and Wales, with 2.6m properties directly at risk of flooding."

Other options include building out into rising waters using piers and platforms to create new habitable space – a strategy known as "attack". In Hull this could involve floating disused oil rigs up the Humber and reusing them for offices, homes and university buildings, while in Portsmouth two-storey piers could be built with the lower tier used for traffic and the top tier used for pedestrian space.

Architect David West, one of the report's author's, admitted the proposals were "blue sky thinking" and uncosted, but said they had the potential to relieve pressure for housing on inland sites. "I think the concept of arriving at Hull as if you were arriving at Venice airport and taking a boat into the city is really exciting."

The proposals were met with scepticism in Portsmouth. "A retreating coastline in this area would have a significant detrimental impact on the internationally designated harbours," said Bret Davies, a coastal strategy manager at Portsmouth city council.

The Environment Agency's coastal policy adviser, Nick Hardiman, warned that extending into the sea was likely to be too expensive and structures were not likely to be sustainable.In the next financial year the Environment Agency will spend £570m on building and maintaining flood defences.


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Ed Vulliamy: How dare they do this to my Liverpool

March 23rd, 2009

The threat to some of the city's most beautiful buildings is typical of our disregard for history

Back in Liverpool last Saturday night - after quite a game at Old Trafford (Man Utd 1, Liverpool 4) - I decided to take a walk around some of the buildings precious to years living on Merseyside. I thought it might be tough, having seen the "regeneration" of Liverpool 1, the once Victorian city centre, into a construction site and shopping centre.

It was a shock to find my favourite greasy spoon and a fine secondhand bookshop clinging to Lime Street station demolished to make way for the sanitised "Gateway", while the glorious view along the tracks under the great arch of Victorian iron is about to be wrecked by a protruding, big, bent-finger thing. But one can retreat from this folly to various places - including Hope Street.

"Hope Street is," says Hilary Burrage, who chairs the Hope Street Association, "either the Left Bank or the Acropolis, depending on how we feel - bohemia, but with more institutions of learning, culture and medicine than any street in Europe." Until now.

How to describe a lifetime of memories on Hope Street, one of Europe's great boulevards, connecting the eccentrically massive gothic Anglican cathedral with the 1960s Catholic one? Hope Street was an elegant bridge preceding and spanning the century it took to build the former edifice and the five years it took to build the modern cathedral. There were nights in a dive called Casablanca, adapted to become the "Casa", fixed up and managed by sacked dockers after the strike of 1995-8.

There were Liverpool Philharmonic nights with Charles Groves and at the Everyman Theatre with its famous bistro. The monumental Philharmonic Rooms have the most ornate marble urinals in Europe, and down an alley called Rice Street you'll find Ye Cracke, one of the best little pubs in the world.

But the main thing was the street itself, rich with history, but edgy, funny and fun, tatty and splendid, to which tourists flock, not least to see the finest of its great buildings between the cathedrals: Liverpool College of Art, constructed between 1892 and 1910, where my mother (Shirley Hughes, the doyenne of children's book illustration) learned her craft and John Lennon studied. I loved seeing students on the steps, chatting with a fag between painty fingers. My mother remembers especially the singular, diffuse light in the life-drawing room.

So I went to pay my usual homage. The art college was empty. Through the windows of so much past diligence, exuberance and colour, just a deep, hollow nothing. "Acquired by the Maghull Group", said the board on the railing. "Invest. Develop. Construct."

I had been to Turin the previous weekend. There is history between these cities, after the death of 39 Italian fans before the European Cup final between Liverpool and Juventus at Heysel stadium in 1985. I was at Heysel and love both great teams as deeply as I do the cities they represent.

Yet how differently each city's history is regarded by those holding purse and power. To say that visiting Turin is like going back to 1910 is to appreciate that the city has not lost its strength of aesthetic identity to postmodern mediocrity. Venerable buildings retain their usage, renovated when necessary, so that the centre is robustly fin-de-siècle and the peeling but lovely arcades and apartments around Piazza dell'Indipendenza are being restored for affordable housing. The Verdi music conservatory looks like the day it opened in 1866.

Unlike the shell of Liverpool art college, listed Grade II by English Heritage. It has been sold in a package of four buildings by their owner, John Moores University, to the Maghull Group. Maghull's proposal reads: "The former art college, attended by John Lennon, will be converted into a 48-bed, 5-star boutique hotel. Alternative proposals for the building are for a high-quality residential refurbishment to provide 19 two- and three-bedroom apartments." Similar plans are posted for the also listed Hahnemann Building.

Maghull's "Hope Street Portfolio" has been mired in controversy because the Josephine Butler building is to be demolished to create underground parking plus overground retail and office space and luxury residential apartments. Maghull sparked outrage by hacking off the building's stone facade.

The sum Maghull paid John Moores is secret. Vice-chancellor Professor Michael Brown has referred to "the hysteria that has been generated" over Maghull's plan. But the most hysterical outburst came from Michael Hanlon, Maghull's founding director, after he received an email from Philip Coppell, a Beatles tour guide, which read: "Please leave Liverpool alone, as you are only in it for the money and I hope that the present credit crunch bankrupts your company and this obscene development never sees the light of day." Mr Hanlon recalled meeting "a whole raft of local consultation groups, many of which consist of time-wasting wankers like you who seem to think they are experts in heritage ... if you don't like our proposals then that's hard lines for you so why don't you fuck off".

Mr Hanlon does not specify who the other time-wasters were, but one may have been councillor Steve Mumby who said: "Sometimes it is better to do nothing than to mess these places up for ever." Or he could have been thinking of Save Our City, whose director, Florence Gerston, says: "Liverpool is losing its soul, its architecture systematically eroded by people with no sense of history."

With the recession, the development is now on hold. The university says it is leasing the art college back. A conversation with Mr Hanlon reveals that John Moores is also renting back two more buildings it owned, so that John Moores will pay Maghull for three buildings it sold them. Mr Hanlon resents his company being "a political football" over Hope Street and has a fair point.

For this is not about Maghull: Hope Street is an allegory for Liverpool. And Liverpool is an allegory for Britain. There is something singularly British about the attitude of local authorities and the developers they favour to our once-great industrial cities. The hopelessness on Hope Street signifies a relinquishing of a civic sense of history and long-term future in pursuit of what Mumby calls "the quick buck now".

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New book celebrates Britain’s indoor swimming pools

March 12th, 2009

Le Corbusier’s concrete legacy in Britain

February 14th, 2009

Le Corbusier famously built nothing in Britain. His sole commission in this country was to design a temporary exhibition stand for the Venesta Plywood Company, to be erected at the Building Trades Exhibition in 1930. (A single photograph and drawing are all that remain of the structure.) As the decade progressed, however, his thought and practice inspired such domestic masterpieces as Wells Coates's Lawn Road Flats in Hampstead and Berthold Lubetkin's Penguin Pool at London Zoo. More vexedly, as a modest photographic annex to the Barbican's forthcoming Corbusier exhibition reminds us, it was towards Corbusian principles that postwar architects turned to solve Britain's housing crisis. The sun-drenched monument of his Unité d'Habitation in Marseille, completed in 1952, is the direct precursor to such fraught edifices of the high-rise boom as Park Hill housing estate in Sheffield and Roehampton in London - a concrete legacy that still leaks rancour in certain quarters.

Most of the postwar buildings referred to at the Barbican - itself a late flowering of the Corbusian spirit - are still in use or, like the notorious Ronan Point flat complex in Canning Town, have since been demolished. One structure, though, has had a curious half-life, and persists today as a relic of the architectural heroism of that era. A photograph in the exhibition shows St Peter's College, a Catholic seminary erected on the banks of the Clyde in the 1960s as a gleaming tribute to late Corbusier. A three-storey concrete ziggurat, almost 200ft long and flanked by silo-like side chapels, rises majestically out of the woods. In the foreground, a curved terminal wall towers elegantly above the main chapel and sanctuary; at the far end, an escape stairs in raw board-formed concrete composes a jagged coda. Seen like this, in its monochrome pomp, St Peter's is an audacious precis of everything progressive British architects once felt about the legacy of Le Corbusier.

Forty years on, St Peter's is among the sorriest remnants of Britain's brief and ambiguous romance with modernism. A half-hour train ride from Glasgow, and a 10-minute walk from the Clydeside village of Cardross, will take you deep into the sodden undergrowth of present attitudes to postwar architecture. The structure, abandoned in the early 1980s, looms as impressively as ever, but its interiors were gutted long ago and its substance has suffered decades of abuse and decay. Penetrate the main block depicted in the photograph at the Barbican, and you discover in its shadow, among the (equally magnificent) outlying buildings, a vast complex of futuristic rot - perhaps the closest Britain currently comes to the post-apocalyptic vision adumbrated by JG Ballard during the dying days of modernism. St Peter's is a ruin as much of the architectural dreams of its century as of the more localised and equally doomed optimism that brought it into being.

The hopes incarnated at Cardross were raised and dashed with astonishing speed. As Frank Arneil Walker puts it in the volume of The Buildings of Scotland devoted to Argyll and Bute, "in little more than a generation, God, Le Corbusier and Scottish architecture have all been mocked". The new seminary complex was first mooted in the early 1950s, after fire destroyed the original St Peter's College at Bearsden and student priests were relocated to Kilmahew House, a baronial pile on the outskirts of Cardross. In 1953, the local diocese, anticipating a continued influx of seminarians and consequent pressure on the premises available, engaged the Glasgow firm Gillespie, Kidd & Coia to design a set of buildings in which to house and train more than a hundred students. As with many of the ecclesiastical projects that the firm completed in this period - there are extant churches, somewhat reminiscent of St Peter's, at Kilsyth, East Kilbride and Drumchapel - design of the seminary was entrusted to Isi Metzstein and Andrew MacMillan, two young architects entranced by the postwar buildings of Le Corbusier.

It was the Swiss architect's chapel at Ronchamp, completed in 1955, and his monastery at La Tourette, which opened four years later, that particularly inspired MacMillan and Metzstein. Traces of both buildings are everywhere at Cardross. The monumental main block takes its cue from La Tourette, though at St Peter's the bunker-like profile has been softened by stepping back successive storeys behind circulating balconies. The undercroft entrance to the college complex recalls the way that La Tourette seems to hover on its concrete pilotis; but it is the adjacent classroom building, extravagantly cantilevered above the trees, that properly echoes the soaring, aspirant qualities of the French monastery. A small concrete block, modelled after the lower storeys of the main residential and chapel building, nurses a huddle of mini-Ronchamps: a rounded common room, kitchen and refectory randomly dotted with small windows.

It is often, at St Peter's, such details that reveal the Corbusian heritage of the place. Inside the convent, curved wooden ceilings rose to embrace light from above, as beneath the concrete roof at Ronchamp. The glazed walls of the ground floor in the main building were randomly mullioned, as at La Tourette, while the fire escape is an angular twin to Le Corbusier's at Marseille. But St Peter's is (or was) not exactly a rigorous repurposing of Corbusian structures and motifs. The towering side chapels to the main building - five on each side - had their cruise-ship cowls clad so as to harmonise with the sandstone of Kilmahew House, which stood at the centre of the site. (The house, once the administrative hub of the seminary, was demolished after a fire in 1995.) The interiors to all of the buildings were generously panelled in solid wood or veneer, so that the whole seems to hark back also to the style of Charles Rennie Mackintosh. In sum, St Peter's was both of its time architecturally and sufficiently eclectic and traditional not to startle the diocesan authorities too much. Still, students were apt to refer to it as "the spaceship".

How such an ambitious and apparently sensitive building could have failed so swiftly and comprehensively seems at first a historical conundrum. Hymned in its heyday by Country Life and specialist journals such as Concrete Quarterly - "a splendidly virile and rugged building" - it appeared to point to a solid architectural and ecclesiastical future. Gillespie, Kidd & Coia received an award for the building from the Royal Institute of British Architects in 1967. But in the same year, the college magazine recorded jammed windows, door handles that fell off, the flooding of the chapel and a series of ominous creaks from the huge beams that soared above the sanctuary. The decline of St Peter's cannot be traced solely to such architectural teething troubles. The college, in truth, was obsolete at the moment it opened; conceived before the liturgical and educational innovations of the Second Vatican Council had been put into practice, the complex was wedded to a semi-monastic ideal that soon expired. Recruitment to the priesthood waned in the 1970s, but the church had already elected to educate its seminarians in urban communities, not sequestered in the woods, and had committed itself to a more inclusive liturgical layout. St Peter's, for all its modernity, was in a sense already a ruin.

Institutional rot had set in by the mid-1970s; the college reached little over half its quota of students, and by the end of the decade they numbered only in the 20s. Expensive maintenance of the buildings no longer seemed worthwhile to church authorities, and in 1980 the seminary was closed. A brief period as a drug rehabilitation centre was followed by three decades of episcopal inertia and deep confusion, in the public and private sector, about how the buildings might be put to use again. Schemes to turn St Peter's into a police training centre, a hotel or a stabilised ruin surrounded by executive housing all came to nothing. The idiosyncrasies of the building - the tiny cells, the complex liturgical machinery of the sanctuary - seemed to preclude an alternative use. As owners and authorities dithered, the buildings were ransacked, windows smashed, wood burned. The site's A-listing by Historic Scotland in 1992, and its placement on the World Monuments Fund's list of buildings at risk in 2007, may have highlighted its peril but did little to slow the destruction.

In its pristine state, St Peter's was well documented. The BBC filmed it first in 1966, and again in 1967 for a documentary called The Making of a Priest. But the most ambitious cinematic record of the place is Murray Grigor's Space and Light, made in 1972. In a scant 20 minutes, Grigor thoroughly explores the structure of the college, tracking its students from their cells on the upper floors of the main building, along polished corridors and down to the glass-sided refectory and the skylit chapel with its massive granite altar. In a skilful sequence, the film demonstrates the spiralling of space upwards from the vestry and along a concrete sanctuary ramp, the camera following a priest as he emerges into the chapel proper, the roof beams radiating above him as they catch the light.

Earlier this month, I accompanied Grigor - who had secured a Creative Scotland Award from the Scottish Arts Council, the funder of his original film - as he returned to St Peter's intent on remaking Space and Light more or less shot for shot. (More or less, because certain images are irretrievable, whole floors having disintegrated.) With the Oscar-nominated cinematographer Seamus McGarvey behind the camera and the 1972 film cued on his laptop, Grigor essayed a melancholy filmic archaeology, an eerie record of just how much of St Peter's has gone since its closure. Vandalism, graffiti and pure desuetude have turned the seminary into a cinematic ghost. It's a place, as Grigor's film crew noted more than once, that resembles nothing so much as the desolate and sentient "zone" in Andrei Tarkovsky's 1979 film Stalker: a place where snow falls slowly upon vacant altars, where stagnant pools are so full of rot that they look horribly alive even at the edge of winter, where a startlingly tame robin will perch on your head as you step delicately over the rubble.

It's easy, in other words, to be seduced by the formerly sacred atmosphere of St Peter's, now reduced to a decidedly profane sort of picturesque. (The graffiti is a palimpsest of mid-1990s rave-culture motifs, the odd ambitiously garish tag and a stencilled quotation from Herbert Read concerning the advent of a modernist "machine age", which has itself recently been sprayed over.) The building's second coming as a cherished wreck - much photographed by connoisseurs of 20th-century ruins: a Flickr search will yield hundreds of images - may not, however, constitute its final incarnation. In the months before Grigor returned to the derelict precincts of St Peter's, discussions were under way between the diocese and Urban Splash, with a view to restoring the buildings for residential and community use.

There is still, then, despite its advanced state of decay, a kind of hope embodied in the spalled concrete, shattered glass and charred wood of St Peter's. At the summit of the spiral staircase that is tucked into the tightest curve of the high sanctuary wall, you can still catch slitted glimpses of the altar below, the classroom and convent beyond, the surrounding woodland and the Clyde in the distance. The building deserves to become an active part of this landscape again. Le Corbusier claimed that at La Tourette the essential life of the monastery lay within, in prayer, meditation and the liturgy; it was not a building that spoke outwardly of itself. For all its architectural audacity, St Peter's has something of this turning from the world. But that does not mean that it is not a building for which, now, one ought to speak up, if perhaps for the last time.

• Le Corbusier: The Art of Architecture is at the Barbican Art Gallery, London EC2, from 19 February to 24 May. Details: 020 7638 8891; barbican.org.uk Screening venues for the two versions of Murray Grigor's Space and Light will be announced later this year.

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Obituary: Michael Grice

February 5th, 2009

In the summer of 1939, a group of recent graduates of the Architectural Association set up a new sort of practice in which hierarchy would be abolished and all members would be equal. The Architects Co-Operative Partnership was committed in equal measure to the social programme and the aesthetic renewal of modern architecture.

Michael Grice, who has died aged 91, was the last survivor of this original group, fulfilling their plan in the postwar decades and becoming known first as the Architects Co-Partnership and then simply as ACP. Younger than the rest, he had originally been inspired to take such an approach by the lectures of the headmaster of Stowe school, JF Roxburgh, rather than his architect father. In 1937-38, he worked in Stockholm with the architect Erik Gunnar Asplund, who wanted to learn English for a lecture tour he was giving in the US. Grice lived en famille with the Asplunds, and enjoyed professional lessons at the drawing board as well as an introduction to Swedish culture.

At about this time he met his future wife, Sarah Lawrence, at a party where there was a dancing competition which the two of them won. He was awarded a box of cigarettes, she chocolates. They married in 1941, and shortly afterwards Grice went to Lahore, India, to serve with the Royal Engineers. After the war, he became involved in public sector work, mainly schools. He was assigned to the Festival of Britain, and his work on the South Bank included the York Road screen, an array of canvas pennants, and a cafe with a post-tensioned diagrid concrete roof, an elegant solution that, he liked to claim, would have exploded if the festival had lasted a month or two longer.

In 1954 work in the UK became scarce, and Grice and his partner Leo de Syllas looked overseas and decided that Nigeria seemed the most promising country in which to expand. The ACP office in Lagos lasted 10 years, and Grice's work there involved long absences from his wife and family in London. His open personality, sense of humour and lack of self-consciousness made him popular among local people, and several Nigerian assistants came to work in the London office.

While there, Grice was involved in the construction of schools, office blocks and a prestige hotel, and developed simple but effective techniques for passive cooling and sun-shading, including "flip-flaps" - hinged panels on the exteriors that allowed the passage of air but could be fastened down during storms. These were counterweighted with sand, and it proved simplest to build them on the beach.

A manager's house for Shell at Kano was, in the words of John Jordan, one of the assistants, "an ultra-climatic design, a massive walled ground floor for daytime living, with a thin sheeted exterior on the first floor for rapid heat loss and cool sleeping". In a somewhat comic reversal of fate, however, Shell leased it to an astronomer whose project required him to observe the sky all night and sleep during the day.

Grice's social life in Nigeria included membership of the Lagos Race Club, a boat club. ACP owned a Hornet, a particularly unstable class of dinghy which Grice held the record for capsizing.

By the time the Nigerian office closed, ACP had moved on to designs for higher education buildings. The firm was recommended as architects for Bristol University, and Grice took charge of the commission. The results included student residences at Goldney House, built in 1967 (and later revamped by Alec French and Partners). The plan was based on facilities shared by groups of six students, to avoid the alienation induced by long corridors. He also contributed to the building of the Brigade of Guards' depot at Pirbright, Surrey, and the rehousing of the Royal Corps of Signals at Blandford Camp, Dorset, where he had started his wartime army career. He took pleasure in wielding a pickaxe against the hut where he had lived.

In the 1970s, economic gloom led many British practices to look for work in the Middle East. A project for an abattoir at Khartoum was followed by hospital proposals for Saudi Arabia, and then, in 1975, a commission for a 1,250-bed hospital in Baghdad and a faculty of medicine. Neither was built, although the research and negotiations generated their own hair-raising incidents, including an overland trip from Jordan when the airport was shut owing to war, and a special trip to collect £197,000 in fees without which ACP would have collapsed. Grice relished the friends he made in Iraq and worried about the effect on them of later events there.

He remained a consultant to ACP when his co-founders retired. While reducing his commitment, however, he found a new client, Ivan Bradbury, for whom he extended ACP partner Kenneth Capon's holiday house in Sussex. At Bradbury's request, he added a new house to the site in the Cape Cod style, which he accomplished gracefully, even though it was against his modernist principles.

In his last years deteriorating eyesight restricted his activities, but he had a rich life that encompassed travel, grandchildren and tending his allotment in Highgate, north London. He is survived by Sarah, their daughter Caroline and son Timothy.

• Michael Grice, architect, born 18 February 1917; died 20 December 2008

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West Bromwich’s £60m ‘pink elephant’ the Public gets chance to reform

January 29th, 2009

It opened last June: late, incomplete and over-budget. Since then, the Public in West Bromwich has split local opinion; many thought a threadbare schedule and the failure to open the centrepiece digital gallery was poor value for £60m.

Yesterday management was trying to work out whether to celebrate or mourn, after the Arts Council axed the £500,000 revenue grant – half the annual running costs – but offered the local authority £3m to come up with a new business plan to make the landmark building work.

Now owned by Sandwell council, the Public will not close, at least in the medium term. The cafe, 500-seat theatre, conventional art exhibitions, recording studios and music gigs are up and running, but the digital arts gallery may never open.

The Arts Council chair, Sir Christopher Frayling, said: "The fact is that, although the building is open, the interactive art gallery at the centre of the vision for the Public is not. We have done everything we can but there comes a point where we have to make a difficult judgment."

The Public director, David Clarke, has pledged to keep the centre going and praised the support from the local authority: "They've been visionary. We all need to hold our nerve."

The spectacular building, designed by Will Alsop, equally mocked and admired, a vast black hangar pierced with blobby pink-framed windows and nicknamed "the pink elephant", opened two years late. The project went into administration in 2006 and chief executive Sylvia King, whose idea it was, left. It was saved by the local authority and a further injection of public funds.

However, the £7 admission charge had to be abandoned because the digital gallery, in which visitors would be linked by chips to computers creating their own constantly changing light shows, never worked and has never opened.

The Arts Council called in independent consultants, who concluded that, even if it worked, the gallery could never achieve the 160,000 paying visitors a year on which the business plan was based. Sandwell was seeking a threefold increase in the Arts Council grant, up to £1.5m from 2011. Instead, the council decided to axe the grant from March next year.

The sweetener was the offer of a one-off £3m grant to Sandwell to come up with a better business and artistic plan. "The real tragedy for everyone would be if this building's doors were to close forever," a spokeswoman said.

In West Bromwich, the view was succint. "I've not seen £60 million's worth this morning," said retired teacher Denis Winning, who had come from Wolverhampton on spec because of the fuss. He had found everything either closed or broken.

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