…who cares about George Clooney when you see Michelle Pfeiffer as an architect in “One fine day”?
Everybody knows: architects are so-o-o sexy. Ever thought why?
Are we sexy because of the funky glasses or black blazers that we supposedly wear?… That would be too shallow. Besides, I’ve already told you about architects wearing glasses, bow ties & other nonsense… | see here
Are we sexy because we are smooth talkers and can sell illusions using sketchbook and sophisticated rhetoric? Maybe. However in that case Lawyers that can easily pass a rapist for a good citizen would be sexier. While they are boring as hell with all the money they make.
Are we sexy because we keep equilibrium of the artistic soul and rational behavior? Possibly. Although there are plenty of people effectively balancing their wild imagination with the realistic approach. Computer guys (those bastards sometimes call themselves IT architects) or scientists. Yet no one thinks they are sexy. Everybody thinks they are geeky… (Call yourself architect as long as you want, you are still geeks!)
Are we sexy because we reflect self-esteem and possess a universal knowledge? Pretty close. Yet again there are other professionals with strong will power and great wisdom. Teachers. Clearly – the profession. But with all due respect go ask your girlfriend if she prefers dating a teacher?
Demi Moore has dropped a millionaire Robert Redford for an architect Woody Harrelson in “Indecent proposal”
So why are we sexy?
See, sexy means you translate your spiritual strength into something physically appealing. Sexy means that starting from the pure spirituality you take your partner to the very peak of that physical joy, to the peak where the mental delight and the sensual feeling become one overpowering sensation. Non-architects call such peak an orgasm. And orgasm is something you can’t live without, once you’ve experienced it.
What architect does is a constant climb to that peak. Ideas, sketches, even drawings those are spiritual encouragement. The foreplay if you wish… And then the construction process comes, rough process full of energy, struggle, fight, and sweat. We erect buildings… Call it sex.
Wesley Snipes is working hard on the drafting table in “Jungle fever”
That’s it? Oh, no…
Spiritual search and those energetic activities on the site (or should I say in bed?) suppose to lead us to the orgasm… oops! sorry… to the result: a beautiful building full of light and coziness. It’s amazingly useful and yet intangibly pleasing. It has a size, but as we know size doesn’t really matter as long as the touch of the master is there… It’s alive and yet indescribable as that grandiose feeling you get once the sex is great and the spirit is there. Do you know what this is?
It’s called love. Architect makes love to the world. Act of creation is an act of love. We don’t wear fashionable glasses, we don’t sell illusions, we don’t balance, and we don’t display our knowledge. We create. And this is why we are so damn sexy.
P.S. Writers are the only people who can compete with the architects. Ever met an architect who’s playing with the writing?
P.P.S. In 2010 a popular survey conducted by dating gurus ‘Drawing Down the Moon’ has shown that architects top the poll for the sexiest professionals beating doctors, teachers and fire-fighters to the punch.
I’m sure we would score the same result in 1949. Look at Gary Cooper with Patricia Neal… Any doubts?
Gary Cooper as an architect in “Fountainhead” (1949)