WHAT HAVE I DONE????!!!!!!

Oh NO!

I feel so cheap. I have sold my soul. I have given in to the fear. I am a hypocrite. From now on you can call me charlatan. Or Charlotte. If you prefer. Or Charlene. Or Charlie.

Anyway. I wanted to write about Frank Lloyd Wright and I wanted to slit his throat and rip out the vacuum where his heart would have been located if he had one (Okay, I am exaggerating. Greatly. I just don’t like his prairie houses, that’s all).

It started so well. I dug up the dirt on Frank Lloyd Wright, wrote a really nasty introduction. Juicy to say the least. Not a big deal, considering his personal drama-filled life offered a great selection of scandalous details, more than enough to make him look like a narcissistic, self-absorbed, adulterer, or to simplify things; the biggest asshole of the 20^th century. I also wrote about his fondness of self-promotion, his not so flawless designs, leaky roofs and stupid locations. And his obvious lack of taste. I hate his designs (apart from falling water, which I quite like and the Guggenheim museum, which I really like).

Basically it was like; FLW, -Master of modern architecture?! HA! My ass! More like BASTARD of modern architecture! Well you get the point, I am sure.

I wrote a few lines on how everyone seems to just LOVE everything that has FLW stamped on it. "Prairie this and Prairie that". uuurrrrggghh! As if no one had the brain capacity to actually realise how excessive and boring his designs are, then I came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t so much due to lack of intellectual capability and design understanding of the rest of the population, but more the fact that he is an Icon whom you.just.do.not.mess.with. You leave him alone. Because he is Frank F*cking Lloyd Wright. The godfather of architecture. Oops. I suddenly sensed I might be walking on thin ice… I sure as hell don’t wanna wake up next to a blood dripping horse head, planted in my bed by some upset FLW-fan, or maybe even a university tutor! Who knows?

Anyway, I also realised that my hatred against Frank Lloyd Wright was maybe influenced by the fact that I got a little stressed by the whole essay thing and thus I just hated him a bit more. Not his fault. “It’s not you Frankie, it’s me. Please understand!”

But MAINLY, I got scared. That I would potentially upset someone and thereby risk substantial evidence of such a hypothetical occurrence, in my final grade.

Totally not worth it.

So, I swallowed my pride and ignored my personal opinion. I deleted my text and I started again. I wrote a tribute to Frank Lloyd Wright; the knight of architecture, in his shiny armour. No, in fact; the KING of architecture in his diamond-decorated crown. The saviour of modern architecture and the greatest American who ever lived. My essay which started out as the biggest I-Hate-FrankLloydWright-Party-of-the-Century, ended as the greatest praise he has probably ever had written in his honour.

Lets celebrate with a photo of his design.

Gotta love the guy.

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Ps I have started a Facebook group…. (joking)

Lol:ing at myself. And Frankies “designs”. very much.

Ps again. Its so interesting how this post is 604 words and took me ten minutes tops to write, if compare it to my production speed when writing about FLW, which seemed to be about five words per hour...

Ps yet again. Conclusion: my soul is for sale, if it means I can save my ass. love trading body parts. Amen.