civic hall
A temple of lateral thinking risen from the heart of The Plinth district, the Pavilion is pure Miesian grammar rendered at crushing civic scale — floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls suspended from a hovering roof of blackened steel, so thin it appears drawn with a ruling pen rather than engineered. The travertine floor continues unbroken from interior to exterior terrace, erasing the threshold between observer and observed. Inside, Barcelona chairs in cognac leather are arranged with the precis...
Located in The Panopticon of Good Taste.