talk

yesterday parul and anshuman were here from dubai. looking lovely and healthy.

spent all of today nursing a cold, breathing through my mouth, talking non-stop on the politics of dharavi, on the joys of designing housing – the dovetailing of intimacy with density, on the architecture of the capitol complex and about the problems of ‘national’ identity, on the ‘operative’ as a generator of form, or so many other things, on the representation for the first year study trip work, some pleasant conversations, some not so good. my head is woozy.