“NOTHING EVER ENDS POETICALLY.
IT ENDS AND WE TURN IT INTO POETRY.
ALL THAT BLOOD WAS NEVER ONCE BEAUTIFUL.
IT WAS JUST RED.”-Kait Rokowski

Welcome to the Heart Break Hotel…

Where lonely hearts are mended

A blanket roof of fibre-optics allows the heartbroken to live in shadow. The half-light becomes an eternal embrace, as it’s within the shadows that intimacy is borne.

When in love you start to live in each others shadows. After the breakup you have to try and reform your own shadow. Piecing together what’s left and creating something new and whole after losing a language only spoken by two.

The building provides the same delicate shadows that dance on our lovers skin, the nape of their neck, their collarbones and the lines on their hands. I believe these innate shadows are where the soul can surface, it’s here our souls reach out and connect.

Designing these intimate shadows into architecture gives the place a soul and the ability to comfort its users. A building that you can leave your fingerprints in, where your soul carves into its wood, burnishes it’s metal, and digs into its earth. Everywhere you go, everything you touch, your soul leaves a trail. From this intimacy the building comes alive as a collaborative monument of hope, fossilising the lost language between broken lovers.

Through collecting the buildings wandering shadows on film, you are able to rebuild your own shadow. You see that you’re not alone, that others have felt the same pain. When you reach out to the architecture that’s cured so many, you feel your hands meet through time and space and you understand
everything is going to be ok.

The Shadow Of The Soul

In Edvard Munch’s depiction of love, you kiss each others shadows,
in the light of each other’s love the inner shadow is projected out;
Our souls escape and entwine.
When in love you start to live in each others shadows.
After breakup you have to reform your own shadow.
Piecing together what’s left and creating something new and whole after creating
a language only spoken by two.

The Inner Light.

The soul dwells in the dark folds of night. It is in within the delicate shadows
that dance on our skin, the ones only seen with lovers.

In the architecture of the body there are spaces, the twilight
valleys, where our souls can reach out to each other and
become one.
To curate these shadows in architecture arouses the
same familiarity of lovers. Our souls overcome our bodily
autonomy in hopes to find a deeper connection to the world
and with others.

Photography school

In the love stirred by photography, another music is heard: Pity.
In each photo, inescapably, I passed beyond the unreality of the thing represented, I entered crazily into the spectacle, into the image, taking into my arms what is dead, what is going to die. Photography is the eidos of death. It’s noeme is simple, banal, no depth; “that has been”.

By integrating a photography school into the hotel, it enables the guests to live with the beauty of what has been.

BUILDING WITH LIGHT

Producing a new form of scaffolding inspired by Floridian
architecture for shadows to play in.

A BLANKET OF SHADOW

Using fibre optics to produce a static shadow.
The stillness of an unmoving shadow gives a timeless place of
reflection
A blanket of fibre optics allows the guests to live in shadow.
Light becomes plumbing, while the rooms hang in the scaffolding
creating a sense of transience.

The idea of solitude, reflection and transience are key to
designing the concept. With unmoving shadows from fibre optic
windows and hanging framingwork creating a playground of
layered shadows

SHADOW AS SCALFFOLDING,
LIGHT AS WALLS

An initial idea of how fibre optics
could be used to form walls. The
lightweight structure can hang in
the ornate scafolding to produce a
shadow landscape across the floor.