{"id":2159,"date":"2010-06-16T22:46:44","date_gmt":"2010-06-17T03:46:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.marklamster.com\/?p=2159"},"modified":"2010-06-16T22:46:44","modified_gmt":"2010-06-17T03:46:44","slug":"terminal-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/?p=2159","title":{"rendered":"Terminal City: I.M. Pei &#038; Philip Johnson at JFK"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.marklamster.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/terminal6pei.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.marklamster.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/terminal6pei.jpg\" alt=\"terminal6pei\" title=\"terminal6pei\" height=\"210\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.marklamster.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/pjunionterminal.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.marklamster.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/pjunionterminal.jpg\" alt=\"pjunionterminal\" title=\"pjunionterminal\" height=\"210\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There was a time\u2014and this seems almost preposterous now\u2014that the airport was a destination in itself, a place that promised the sexy modern lifestyle of the jet age. At an airport, you were going someplace\u2014if not overseas than perhaps to some nearby hot-sheet with a swinging Braniff brunette in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.blogwaybaby.com\/Braniff%20Pilot.jpg\">Pucci<\/a>. (Score!) Joe Baum brought flaming food tableside at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newjerseynewsroom.com\/style\/joe-baums-newarker-an-airport-eatery-that-became-a-destination-unto-itself\">Newarker<\/a>, precursor to the Four Seasons. Raymond Loewy streamlined the so-chic cafes at Eero Saarinen&#8217;s TWA Terminal. It was quite a moment. And then the future happened. <\/p>\n<p>I.M. Pei&#8217;s terminal for National Airlines at JFK [above left] came at the end of this romantic era. I spent many hours in it as a kid, waiting for flights to visit my grandmother in Miami. (National was big in the NY-Florida trade.) It&#8217;s a terminal for high traffic, and designed as such, with arrivals sent down below and departures in the signature upper space, a broad open room with glass walls and massive round columns outside. It&#8217;s a great building: technologically innovative, dramatic to be in. At least it used to be. (It&#8217;s not what it once was.) And now the Port Authority claims it&#8217;s no longer capable of handling JFK&#8217;s traffic, and they&#8217;d like to tear it down. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.archpaper.com\/e-board_rev.asp?News_ID=4626\">Preservationists are giving them a fight<\/a>. I hope they can find a way to integrate it into whatever comes next. Pei himself seems fatalistic about its future. &#8220;Like all things, buildings never remain forever,&#8221; he told me. It was his first and only air terminal, and a significant commission, as he won it in a competition, an affirming moment. &#8220;That was important in my life.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Philip Johnson also submitted to that competition. His proposal [above right], called for a massive open concourse (he called it the &#8220;Great Room&#8221;) covered by a wavy concrete roof engineered by Lev Zeitlin. Unlike Pei, he intentionally chose not to segregate arrivals and departures, instead dumping them all into one chaotic space. &#8220;I am glad the genius who designed the Grand Central Station [sic] lets me come from the train into the same Great Room where others are about to en-train,&#8221; he wrote. &#8220;What good is a great getaway room if the visitor is not to see it?&#8221; A nice idea in theory, perhaps, but one can only imagine the carnage. The right design won the competition. Now it deserves a reprieve. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a time\u2014and this seems almost preposterous now\u2014that the airport was a destination in itself, a place that promised the sexy modern lifestyle of the jet age. At an airport, you were going someplace\u2014if not overseas than perhaps to some nearby hot-sheet with a swinging Braniff brunette in Pucci. (Score!) Joe Baum brought flaming &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/?p=2159\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Terminal City: I.M. Pei &#038; Philip Johnson at JFK<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2159","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2159","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2159"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2159\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marklamster.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}