By: Toby Ferris

A city, by analogy (or perhaps by structural identity) could build itself one citizen at a time.

By: Toby Ferris

The fresco as we know it today is a chemically re-engineered artefact.

By: Toby Ferris

The business of memory is mostly to forget.

By: Toby Ferris

The world, we can philosophically conclude, is everything that is a mess.

By: Toby Ferris

There is, if we are honest, a chorographical drift in all of us.

By: Toby Ferris

Or was I—a deeper or possible more pragmatic fear—merely a clause or a term in someone else’s contract?

By: Toby Ferris

If you try to walk its perimeter you are committing a minor spatial infraction…

By: Toby Ferris

Paper architects, the mall and the città ideale

By: Toby Ferris

The irony of archaeology: it explores space, not time.

By: Toby Ferris

The Ideal City is, like any city, built piecemeal.