Cosa succede/succederà alle archistar quando si trovano/troveranno sul viale del tramonto?

Consider for a moment the plight of the stars. You do some work, you work the press, you aspire and achieve, the world embraces you—you’ve arrived!—and then, as surely as a pendulum swings, the environment around you changes. First there’s just a hint, an inkling of a shift. No more, it seems, are your projects and pronouncements guaranteed to resonate. Attention wavers; you find fewer column inches devoted to your genius. There’s more dissent (those pesky blogs!)—there’s even evidence of a subtle mainstream impatience with the starchitect model itself... >>