observatory
At the high end of The Green Nave, where the park's avenue of weeping willows reaches its terminus, a circular tower of pale concrete and structural glass rises just enough above the tree canopy to see across the whole of Formgård. Its form quotes Brinkman and van der Vlugt — industrial rationalism softened by a spiraling external stair of raw steel that winds the tower like a vine. From the observation platform, the city reads as a total composition: the gridded streets, the precise islands of ...
Located in The Panopticon of Good Taste.