I was recently back up in Glasgow for a wee bit, so I thought I'd share one of its treasures. Not exactly a hidden gem, this, but it's actually better than you might think: The Kibble Palace.
|(This is an image from a previous visit up)|
Growing up I was always familiar with it as an ornate Victorian greenhouse, but it was while researching the book that I learned that it is somewhat more significant; here's how it is described in Kohlmeier & von Sartory's bloody excellent book 'Houses of Glass':
The Kibble Palace is, in its technical execution and its spatial quality, the late peak in the development of glass-and-iron filigree work. The idea of the crystal palace, the enclosure of space by a transparent shell, is embodied here with a radicalism that has no equal. Not only were the existing technical possibilities exhausted, but a new standard of industrialised building construction was set.
Gosh, high praise indeed! It almost makes one wonder whether the stage for future investigations was perhaps set by having such an exquisite example of the iron and glass art so close to hand all throughout growing up.
Domed glass-houses, based upon a system invented by a chap called Loudon, are often the most perfect examples of the art due to the fact that the glass itself starts to take lateral loads, turning a vaulted structure into a shell, meaning that it can become so reduced as to be almost intangible.
And no glasshouse would be quite complete without a selection of ever-so-slightly lascivious marble nudes.
To the startlingly hipster-ish...
Which brings me to this image that I frequently show when discussing iron & glass. This is from the Crystal Palace, of course, but within this single image is nearly everything that's interesting about this kind of architecture; the utopian abstraction of the universal spatial grid, the fragmentary attempts to reconcile this new kind of space with historical models, the romanticism of verdure, and the strange combination of Victorian prudery and titillation with a certain genuine eroticism...
... and of course melancholy.