Above are the specs that protected the eyes of Le Corbusier from the world. He and I have one thing in common: poor vision. That is about to change.
A week from tomorrow I will undergo cataract surgery. My vision has grown less acute in recent years, and can no longer be sharpened just by getting an even stronger lens for my glasses. So I need an operation. As I prepare to go under the knife, I say “Bring it on!” I’ll be able to see a cornice again.
Modernists among my readers should not bother to pray that my new clarity of vision causes a road-to-Damascus moment and a conversion to modern architecture. My devotion to architecture that features embellishments worth looking at will only be strengthened by this medical procedure.
I’ve heard from many people that the procedure is routine and the results are almost always satisfying. If anyone has any recommendations about cataract surgery, please let me know. In a week my blog might become less visible for a few days, but that will heal as well. Maybe I will post a few short videos in advance to tide readers over this rough patch.
As for Corbu, his bad architecture arose not from his poor vision but from his location on the autistic spectrum, according to recent scientific research. Too bad ophthalmologists have not yet developed a cure for corbuvision.