PARIS I

My favorite time of day in this city is right when it’s turning from day to dusk and the lights from storefronts and lampposts are unveiled. Paris has an essence that can’t be photographed, it needs to be felt through living. One needs to move through the city and experience the constant low buzz to understand its magic. Just like a kid gets dizzy as he or she spins around (as I’ve seen young Parisians do on their walk home from school), the city intoxicates people by forcing them to feel lost - to flâneur. Every corner looks the same (thanks Hassmann) and streets diverge from every which angle at plazas. I am already not the best at finding my way sans GoogleMaps, but the confusion gives me an excuse to just wander and come across new places and urban spaces. I feel liberated by not needing to take the same route to school every day of the week.

I’ve been freed from a routine for the past seven weeks, but I’m now craving some grasp of my actions. It’s been a good run of croissants (oh the almond choc ones!) whenever I want them, working sporadically, and traveling compulsively. I aim to seize my days with more intention and attention, to myself and current surroundings.

Like the setup of the city itself, my past few weeks have a few gems of moments but the overall amassed experience of recurring soirées, walks to the bakery, and beautiful runs through strings of parks is what colors my memory. Paris has really made a strong impression on me whenever I’ve walked over the Seine, especially when dark with the yellowish light glistening on the petite waves. Once, in the evening I ran past a group dancing in a pod next to the Seine and an old, short man asked me to waltz - it made my night!

The best lesson I’ve gotten in a few months came from a wineshop - the geography and history of France has everything to do with the production. I’m most intrigued by the standard of craftsmanship in wine products and the ambiguity in determining which wine’s are the “best.” I guess when it comes down to it, wine is not science, it’s art. This is not Houston, it’s Paris. These streets have seen life before the metric system and rationalism, in fact, Paris basically invented those things. Like 300 years ago, there are still protesters raging and climbing statues. The French people know how to live and I’m convinced might be the most alive souls on Earth.

Dancing near the Seine

Dancing near the Seine

Wine lesson - using all the senses

Wine lesson - using all the senses

Marg with two gifts from the Parisian gods

Marg with two gifts from the Parisian gods

NEW YORK CITY

There's a reason so many songs have been written about this place. People everywhere. Subways screeching. Towers soaring. And beyond these surface readings, so much more. 

Humans dive into work-caves Monday to Friday only to come out blistering with energy for the weekend. Manhattan through the lens of my iPhone's Google Maps looks like a computer game. Where to spend my hard-earned points next? The city guarantees never-ending enjoyment, it's a flattened Fun Palace. Sure, it gets cold and snowy in the winter, debilitating playgrounds and lowering the life of the streets, but the skyscrapers and brownstones ensure that most activities remain unstopped. There's a rich inner world within the buildings of New York, just as there's a rich inner world in the minds of people you pass. I had a sonder moment while in New York. These buildings house world-class art, they are the site for negotiations that move the world market, they are where people mix intoxicating drinks and energize one another.

New York may be the epitome of human civilization, the ultimate artifact from our existence and influence. Here, meaning is made. Stories are shared and passed to the next players. Where movements move and creators create. The unpredictability of running into someone familiar or maybe your soulmate makes even the experience of taking the subway somewhat exciting. New Yorkers let go of some control over their lives, allowing others to come in and shape their time. Diverse yet robust crowds of people find pockets in the city. This intermix and messiness is not just creative inspiration, it is a step in the formative process. We're all here together. We bounce ideas and test them in the world.

Working in an architecture firm I've been able to spend time in the company of a creative class of people, who engage with culture and collaborate to design structures and urban frameworks for influential clients. The designers are driven by more than just the personal gain that results from their efforts; they hold one another up to a bar of performance and dedication. If the team sprints, you sprint too. They come alive in the act of creating something, making a contribution. They believe in infinite refinement and strive towards beauty. Working and living is like a game and the rules are paradoxically becoming clearer and more perplexing. Entropy doesn't cease to exist or increase. I've learned a few lessons my first year in the workforce in this fast city. Make an effort that makes you feel alive. Find the people that you enjoy giving to. Decide if you want to be comfortable or contributive. Learn how to play well with others. Communicate and connect, because the substance lies in the synapse. It's not in the material of the city, it's in the relationships.

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GRADUATION 2017

Graduation was over a year ago, but I want to take the time to reflect on it before I get further away. I remember feeling overwhelming gratitude and love towards my friends, family, and teachers who shaped my experience over the four years. The couple of weeks leading up to graduation were wonderful - I spent really good time with friends, made the senior banner for Hanszen, went camping in Big Bend, finished off the last production for Model Object ...

I feel so grateful to have been a part of the School of Architecture. The school's environment is unparalleled - it is a supportive community of 200 driven and talented individuals who build each other up. When you struggle with people by your side, a bond like no other forms. I will feel forever connected to my classmates in the school, and am excited to rejoin them in a couple of months to finish the last stretch with them. I'm also extremely grateful to the faculty and staff, who privilege students with their complete attention for class and reviews. They've taught me how to focus and dissect a project or an issue from the inside out.

I feel grateful to have been a part of Design for America, because I think this is where I found my people. We share the same goal in life to make the world a better place through our creative input. I feel lucky to have friends with different types of interest. I've been inspired by their energy and have used the DFA process to help me build projects in studio and for team projects outside of studio like The Hangout.

Most of all I'm lucky to have met so many interesting and lovely people at Rice - they is what has made all of the time worthwhile. The people expounded my thinking of the world. Graduating feels bittersweet only because I know that this group of people will never be fully re-united again. I feel sad when things come to an end, but when they do they become a beautiful memory. Graduating means acknowledging the worthiness of the last four years and declaring you're ready for the next step.

Update: I am now back at Rice after a year of being away on preceptorship. Graduating from Rice had always been the furthest I had really looked and I've learned that I have to dream beyond the four (slash six) years of school. It is a little strange being back at Rice - like we've been given a second chance. I'm not sure how this year could be better than the four years before, but I am going to work hard and enjoy myself because this time is a gift.

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Pine Ridge Reservation

This past July, my family had the opportunity to visit the Ogala Lakota Sioux Tribe at the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota and attend a conference held by the True Sioux Hope Foundation. The Lakota people that I met on the trip were kind, strong-willed, and very community-oriented. They are also shockingly (i.e. unshockingly) more American than I can claim to be: riding trucks in the Badlands, enjoying free-range burgers, etc.

This trip opened my eyes to how much poverty and suffering happens within our country’s bounds amongst an often forgotten minority group. Some simple facts that I didn't know before: there was a 90% unemployment rate amongst this group of 20,000 Lakota still residing in the region. Families are often broken, alcohol and even hard drug abuse is a widespread problem, and high school graduation rates are an estimated 30%. The average life expectancy is 48, one of the lowest in the world.

The Ogala Lakota people are suffering from poverty, but by listening and talking to them I found their culture is alive and vibrant. They have an intense integrity towards tradition and togetherness. The youth is leading a revival of their culture and fight for rights. Many who leave for college will return to devote their energy towards their community. Many Lakota may not have a sustainable source of cash flow, but they are not lacking in the history, culture, and sense of belonging that makes life meaningful.

The Sioux tribe has an unshakable integrity towards the land. Their land and culture are so important to them that, though many are unemployed and not owners of ranch property, they remain in Pine Ridge. They have an ongoing battle with the US government over ownership of the Black Hills, where gold was discovered in the late 1800s. Native Americans in the Dakotas have clashed violently with the US recently as pipelines come in against their will.

The Sioux are vocal and emotional about the unjust way they've been treated, from the tragic Wounded Knee Massacre in 1890 to the ignorance of the government and the American public today. The US has done little to fix their wrongs and the Sioux are still in the process of healing.

The Native Americans are gaining a voice in government by serving in the State Congress. Artists have also been representing their people and their rich culture. Students who come out of college are ready to offer a voice to their people. They are a paradoxically autonomous yet unmistakably American people who deserve more of our attention.

This brief post about my engaging experience doesn't even begin to cover the story of the Sioux Tribe, so I would recommend reading these articles: The Real Legacy of Crazy Horse from The Atlantic and Poverty's Poster Child from The New York Times. To stay up to date, follow legislator and activist Kevin Killer and the True Sioux Hope Foundation; both are doing incredible work that's going to lead to a brighter future for the Lakota.

We got a chance to witness a Pow-Wow on an evening where we drove into the middle of a prairie and saw thunderstorms happen miles away during twilight, and double rainbows being produced. It was truly mystic.

We got a chance to witness a Pow-Wow on an evening where we drove into the middle of a prairie and saw thunderstorms happen miles away during twilight, and double rainbows being produced. It was truly mystic.

The True Sioux Hope foundation organized a lunch for people on the reservation and volunteers helped out.

The True Sioux Hope foundation organized a lunch for people on the reservation and volunteers helped out.

Me with Sioux ally Swati Mandela, granddaughter of Nelson Mandella

Me with Sioux ally Swati Mandela, granddaughter of Nelson Mandella

Mode; of Crazy Horse, which is slowly being carved out of a mountain.

Mode; of Crazy Horse, which is slowly being carved out of a mountain.

Traditional shelters shown during the Pow-Wow

Traditional shelters shown during the Pow-Wow

Thank you to the Tarsadia Foundation for making this enlightening and worthwhile experience possible.

Gujarat

Roots and history -- it’s what gives our lives meaning. Whenever I go back to India, I’m overwhelmed with the heat (for one) but also the feeling of connectedness. It’s a home away from home. My parents both grew up in Gujarat and were shaped by the environment, people, and values of the area, thus I am indirectly shaped by it too. The trip gave me an understanding about cycles.

The trip was meant to be a goodbye to my grandfather. Unfortunately he passed away right as I was about to leave. He was a man of few words but you felt the love in his eyes. Thirteen days of intense ceremonies followed his passing - these are customary after someone dies in our culture. I didn’t get to attend these so I can’t share much; I left afterwards so I could spend more quality time with my grandma.

I was greeted at the airport (which is 6 hours away from our house) by five members of my family. This group included an adopted ‘uncle’ who I barely remembered but took me around the town. What I came to realize after meeting several people in town is that I am the embodiment of my dad, who everyone holds dearly in their hearts. Everyone commented I have the same subav - or demeanor - as my dad. When they meet me, they experience the spirit of Jayesh. His soul is cycled through my body. Everyone misses him so much.

The light burns low and steady in India. My grandma wakes up at 5 or 6 every morning and begins moving about the house. Everyone else - my uncle, aunt, cousin Haya, dog Maggie, housekeeper - wakes up gradually. By 11:30 everyone has eaten their main meal of the day. Then my grandma can sit on the couch with her legs up and relax. To go out at all is an investment of energy - the heat drains you. We watch movies, read the paper, and just relax in the zones of our air conditioned home.

Everyone has slowly been moving away from our home in India for twenty or thirty years. My great aunt recounted that our house there used to be full of life - my little uncles and aunts running around - and now it is completely empty and silent. It is sad but the reality is that it is just part of a cycle - people migrate to find better lives.

My biggest adventure in India was going to the Shirdi Saibaba temple. It has lines and crowds crazier than Disneyland. A five hour wait to make your way to the front to touch the feet of the idol, or one hour with a “fastpass.” With the pushing and shoving - you would’ve thought that the apocalypse was happening. Despite the craziness, the temple is in great shape and very clean.

The next time I got to India, I hope to venture out into the northern regions near Kashmir and join a “trecking” group. Doing the Rickshaw run is also my dream - if only my mom would allow it. India is still frightening, but also very raw and colorful. And it’s someplace that needs at least a month. Until next time India!

Street vendors on the way to the temple

Street vendors on the way to the temple

My NIECE Briva

My NIECE Briva

Traditional outfit shopping experience

Traditional outfit shopping experience

Next door neighbor

Next door neighbor

Concrete village home

Concrete village home

Crypotmensia

This semester in studio was the biggest roller coaster. The project was entirely based on a pedagogy that I had been developing since last semester’s seminar. Short exercises propelled and stretched these ideas; they weaved in and out of the project. The end result was architectural substance that was rooted in personal beliefs and tied in ideas that have been shifting with formative experiences this semester, as I design for the short exercises, listen at lectures, discuss these topics with with my professor, and travel to Spanish cities. The final project is predicated on the ideas of disappearance and public participation.

This project takes advantage of the short remaining lifespan of the Marina bases. Most will disappear over the next few years. The dismantlement process is slowed down over the course of four years. The timeline below is a projected scenario for how the building may be used over the remaining ten year span. The architecture becomes an event -- tied to a time. It can be a flea market one day and a live performance the next.

The architect assumes the role of a facilitator and mediator in the translation of public and private interests into the urban environment and architecture. The architect helps bring a voice to the people. In Spain, the architect is a political figure. Spanish firms like the coop Lacol Architects or Recetas Urbanas led by Santiago Cirugeda are actively changing the role of the architect to the mediator between people.

The project was the runner up in the William Ward Watkin award for our class, and I’m grateful to have been prized with a travel fellowship for the next year. You can check out more images of the project “Phased Deconstruction” under the tab Archi Archive. For more on my studio, check out this collective blog! https://marketflee.wordpress.com/


This was one of the most rewarding studios because I was able to directly translate ideas and values that have been brewing inside my head since last semester into a design. My studio had a wonderful time staying up late the night before a deadline, traveling to Valencia, and completing our last charrette all together. We also had a very hardworking professor who I can’t thank enough for the thoughtful set-up, the long discussions about theory and design, and the trip. This studio was an unforgettable experience.

 

First assignment, where this creation center becomes a clay mass that people can manipulate

First assignment, where this creation center becomes a clay mass that people can manipulate

Deconstruction event

Deconstruction event

Concept model of base that is adapted to become a precarious, shifting structure

Concept model of base that is adapted to become a precarious, shifting structure

BIG BEND

Big Bend was stunning, active & awe-inspiring. I didn’t expect this kind of beauty from Western Texas. Our group (Zoe, Kate, Geneva, and Kaj) embarked on this *senior* adventure early Friday morning. After a long week of finals and eight hours of driving (and a wrong turn that almost landed us in Mexico again), we arrived upon the beloved national park for a four night camping trip. We had mapped out our forthcoming journey and strategically stuffed essentials into the back of Geneva’s van Aretha. For the most part we were primitive roadside camping but actually my favorite campsite was on Colima Trail, which was tucked six miles from any road. The landscape there was foresty and lush; there were also canyons, rocky cliffs, and many types of desert through the park.

My favorite moments from the the trip were hiking up to the highest point of the park, Emory Peak, with Geneva, wading like hippos and covering ourselves with clay in the oasis of the Rio Grande, and catching the electric colors from the sunrise on South Rim. Some of the most testing moments came towards the end of the never-ending hike down Blue Creek Canyon, when we spotted a black bear on our morning hike of South Rim, when there was an insane sand storm the first night, and when Geneva woke up to a coyote’s howl in the middle of our last night. Although we were always looking, I’m glad we didn't spot a pack of Javelinas or a rattlesnake.

Food-wise, we were killing it. We had a constant supply of pop-tarts, graham crackers, trail mix, and Clif bars to fuel our hikes. My most prideful creation was an apple - graham cracker - peanut butter - honey drizzle taco. We created dope black bean, cheddar, bell pepper tacos on the last night. Despite my reluctance in trying it, I learned that packaged room-temperature refried beans are not that bad, especially when mixed in with taco ingredients. I averaged five tortillas a day.

The most important part of the trip was being able to spend time with friends, away from the distractions and throes of civilization. It was a gift to have the time to read and write. I loved the rhythm of our life in Big Bend -- rising and falling with the Sun, stretching, walking around and pausing to behold our beautiful surroundings. For the most part the park was completely deserted (intended) and we had an entire view to ourselves. Our group procured help from friendly park rangers, a couple that was photographing the stars, and from US Border Patrol agents. I was surprised that most of the people we passed on the trail were over the age of sixty -- I hope to have the physical ability and motivation to travel like them when I reach that age.

Planning was definitely necessary for this trip -- our survival depended on the food, water, and shelter we were carrying on our backs -- but once the trip got started, the execution came easy. I have to thank Zoe and Geneva for teaching me how to pack up my belongings correctly, prop up a tent for the first time, etc., and especially Kate for planning the memorable trip. The conversations we shared on the trip reached all quarters and I'm so grateful for my friends. Texas is absolutely beautiful and I feel lucky to have to gotten the chance to breathe and enjoy one of the best corners of it in my last month in the state (for now). Tumbleweeds forever!

Barcelona

A few words to illustrate this Spring Break trip: sunny, cortado, coop, barrio, empowerment 

I am doing research on civic participation in the urban planning process in Barcelona and Houston for a class called Global Urban Lab at Rice. Our class of twelve cross-disciplinary students had the opportunity to hear from experts in urban planning, visit self-organized community spaces, and talk to architects and associations that are transforming the urban environment there. 

Lectures + self-organized spaces + architects

Our group met with experts in housing, health, and economics at a few universities (like Barcelona Institute for Global Health, Institute of Environmental Science and Technology, and Universitat de Barcelona),  to learn about the situations their city is facing today and how they are dressing those issues. My favorite presentation was one given on de-growth, which explains that sustainability is only possible when growth and capitalism is limited (the campaign video for the researchers book Degrowth: A vocabulary for a New Era is worth a watch). Giorgos Kallis presented it to us in a beautiful, sustainable building that functioned on geo-thermal energy (water pumped from the ground into slabs) and opened up in the summer when enclosure isn't necessary for comfort. And the best part is that the occupants love it! I got lucky by getting to ask the campus architect about the building.

A group of interested students visited a couple self-organized community spaces like Can Batlló — abandoned industrial factories that were occupied by citizens of the surrounding neighborhood and turned into a self-organized space. We got to play around in the circus space trapezing, rope climbing, and swinging around on this Thursday night. Can Batlló also had a garage for people to teach each other automobile repair, and of course, a lively bar/cafe space. There was a workshop on de-growth happening upstairs.

I stumbled upon another self-organized space while looking for public art at a park called Parc del Centro de Poblenou. The neighborhood has transformed in the last few decades as Barcelona has started to attract world events, like the Olympics and conventions, and tech businesses. The neighborhood that once housed industrial workers is being gentrified — the factories are now abandoned and there are many high-rise apartments. The city did not plan well for this growth of tourists and businesses. 

The offshoot space from the park that I entered consisted of an artist residency and workshop space called the Hangar, a center for the neighborhood association, and a youth center. Since it was a Friday night as I was biking through, I got lucky by bumping into the heads of the association and the youth center before events. The association called Taula eix Pere IV of around 20 neighbors is working to make the public space in the area and other neighborhoods like Passatje Trullas more well planned. They hold events like markets and are trying to spur enterprises (like recycling, textile, etc.) that give opportunities to the disenfranchised workers in the neighborhood. I met an architecture student my age who became an active member of it after doing a project on it last year. Super inspiring people and work.

The youth center was a great discovery — most barrios (if they are self-motivated) has one supported that is by the mayor. They hold events every Friday night (this Friday was karaoke) for those 18-30 (there is a bar for events). And people can hang out there. It isn’t even seen as an uncool place to go — they are seen as the more social form of a bar. I can attest as I went to karaoke! I met the social worker who runs the space and he is the complete opposite of what you would expect — young, hip, and political.

I interviewed architect and sociologist Carles Baiges Camprubí from the notable young firm Lacol. He explained the unique approach of their firm and the politics behind issues like housing. Lacol is a coop, meaning that they share the business. They are leaders in a movement to include the citizen in the urban and architectural planning process. The city is hiring them to gain input on public projects. Carles argues (paraphrasing), “It’s not the job of the architect to give the public what they want, it is about making sure their voice is represented.” Many other young architecture firms in Barcelona are also part of this movement of inclusiveness, and challenge the role of the architect to be agents of change in the community.

Sites + exhibits + protests

The trip was one of my favorite so far. I happened upon many cool things towards the end — I wish I had more time to spend there. Otherwise, the weather was absolutely beautiful the whole time, it was fun talking with the other students on the trip (especially because we all bring different disciplines and knowledge to the table), the food was high key much better here than in Valencia, and we had important things scheduled but enough free time to roam around. 

I got to see the sun rise at a high point overlooking the city. I ran many miles of the city, including the beach, a few parks, and up the neighborhood of. As an architecture student, of course I made my homage to the Barcelona Pavilion. And as a tourist, of course we visited Gaudí’s warpy masterworks. My favorite experience was sitting at an ordinary corner cafe one morning and watching neighbors come in, greet and joke with one another.

I went to a very interesting exhibit called 1000m2, on the architecture and sex. I learned about at Enlightenment influenced thinkers like Charles Fourier, influence of private spaces for seduction like Playboy, 1960’s Situationist work for pleasure houses, how public spaces and semi-public spaces play a part in sexual activity, and how sexual encounters are now changing with the Internet (cybersex is a thing). The historical analysis was so thorough and I'm kind of scared about the future. How should architecture respond to the changing relationship between sex and space? 

A couple other students and I also decided to take a day long layover in Frankfurt, Germany. The political climate was high-- we saw a demonstration at the airport in support of refugees and I got to talk to a couple protesters on the train; they were dressed in pink hats and masks. Though we didn't see this, this Kurdish demonstration was going on that day somewhere else in the city -- it just goes to show how politically active the Frankfurt bürgers (citizens in Germans) are. That is something that inspired me about Europeans. I want to bring back to America that social spirit -- that motivation to believe in something and voice it or act on it.

Art at Can Batlló. It reads in Catalan "They wanted to bury us but they didn't know we were seeds."

Art at Can Batlló. It reads in Catalan "They wanted to bury us but they didn't know we were seeds."

Universitat de Barcelona

Universitat de Barcelona

Community garden in the neighborhood El Raval. Neighbors took this empty lot up and occupied it.

Community garden in the neighborhood El Raval. Neighbors took this empty lot up and occupied it.

Public art in an empty lot near the Hangar

Public art in an empty lot near the Hangar

Playing around at the Plaça de las Cascades

Playing around at the Plaça de las Cascades

Aislyn and I at Gaudí's Parc Güell

Aislyn and I at Gaudí's Parc Güell

Universitat de Barcelona

Universitat de Barcelona

Sunrise over Barcelona at Tibidabo

Sunrise over Barcelona at Tibidabo

Layover in Frankfurt

Layover in Frankfurt

Valencia

Three weeks ago, my architecture studio traveled to Valencia, Spain, where we were both producing work and gathering information. The premise of our studio is to convert abandoned warehouses from the 2007 America's Cup on the harbor of the city into innovation hubs. That week we produced and presented renderings for the urban economist named Ramon Marrades hired by the city to repurpose the warehouses. We were asked to reimagine them as business centers through rendering techniques. Our mornings were spent hard at work, and they presented the renderings to the Strategic Director on the last day of the trip.

In the afternoons and evenings, we got to see architecture I have been fangirling since high school, like Santiago Calatrava's City of Arts and Sciences. My favorite architectural piece there was Francisco Mangado's Auditorium of Teulada -- it was a beautiful play light on form, and the windows do the landscape a justice by framing it elegantly. One of the highlights of the trip was a bike tour through the city with Chema Segovia, during which he explained how the urban fabric has changed over the past few centuries and recently, with events such as Formula One and the America’s Cup. Another great time was our boat ride at twilight in a lake close to the city.

I have a few key takeaways from the trip: (1) Spanish food is not my favorite, but Spanish beverages are definitely my favorite. (2) A city's urban fabric is constantly being shaped by power and events. Holistic design is somewhat impossible (and undesirable) to achieve. (3) I am undeniably lucky to be at the Rice School of Architecture, with amazing professors and friends. 

Studio at the City of Arts and Sciences

Studio at the City of Arts and Sciences

Bike tour through Valencia, a city of patches

Bike tour through Valencia, a city of patches

Francisco Mangado's beautiful Auditorium of Teulada bends the Alicante morning light

Francisco Mangado's beautiful Auditorium of Teulada bends the Alicante morning light

Rendering I produced to transform the base into a gathering space for people to watch past events and current events in Valencia

Rendering I produced to transform the base into a gathering space for people to watch past events and current events in Valencia

Boat ride close to Valencia

Boat ride close to Valencia