Our raver days being so long gone, the few memories we'd retained having long since idled out to the great white beyond, we haven't yet laid our three eyes on the latest P.S. 1 courtyard installation. More than that, we just plain don't like boroughs. But, lucky for us, an intrepid Reader has suffered through trains, planes, and bubbly poles to bring us a report of this year's architectural shitshow:

Dear gutter:

OBRA's courtyard installation at the PS-1 "Young" Architects Summer Program seems to have more problems than merely being some kind of weird exercise in time travel to cutting edge circa 1993, and being the final confirmation of PS1/MoMA's wobbly voyage toward total irrelevance. As is visible in the attached Zapruder-quality photo [above], visitors to some squishy art show opening last Saturday afternoon were greeted by the sight of the bubbly domes, earlier described by PS-1 curator as, "a giant albino python," drooping perilously toward the ground. Behind a roped-off area, an improvised system of 1x3's, poles, and left-over plywood half-successfully poked the droops back up, resulting in pleasant double-curved forms overhead far more interesting than the original design. The poles themselves had a kind of nasty appeal also otherwise absent in the renderings. Maybe 70,000 dollars just doesn¹t go as far as it used to. Or maybe this is actually a part of the design, some kind of brilliant self-critical tactic? Well, we can dream. The kiddie-pool shit below looked a bit sketchy, too, but damp local children seemed to enjoy, despite the autumnal gloom through the droopy domes. So we guess everyone's a winner. Obras's rhetoric about the piece reads, "Form follows tension..." To which we can only add: Yes. Yes it does.

At least nobody at PS-1 wears trucker hats anymore.

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