What’s that word these days that articulates a shrug of the shoulders?
The day after Memorial Day, The Journal reported a proposed 170-room “premium-branded upscale extended-stay” hotel for Fountain Street, in downtown Providence. To be razed was the Fogarty Building, a former welfare office long vacant and so ugly that its architectural style is called Brutalist, but barely worse than the proposed hotel.
The design of the hotel shows off its suburban airport access-road schlock with such evident pride that readers could not possibly hold out hope that its tedium might be blamed on the ineptitude of CAD (computer-assisted design) at illustrating architectural detail.
The plan calls not just for a hotel restaurant but for street-level retail, which usually makes urbanists like me mist up — especially if it is to be next to The Journal. Lunch, anyone?
Any construction project in Rhode “Been Down So Long It Feels Like Up” Island should have us all leaping out of our lethargy and dancing for joy. All the more as it promises to deliver us from a building only the architect’s mother could love. So why do I feel so . . . meh?
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