Le Corbusier, our famous starchitect from Modern era, is a swag swag architect. He married a Monaco-born fashion model, Yvonne Gallis.
Yvonne swiftly forbade him from talking about architecture at the dinner table.
By all accounts, Le Corbusier loved Yvonne intensely but was not always nice to her, and conducted several extramarital affairs.
But she could be cruel to him too.
But she could be cruel to him too.
When he built a glass-walled duplex for them atop his Paris apartment in 1933, her response was
"all this light is killing me, driving me crazy."
After Yvonne died in 1957. She was cremated at her funeral. Corbu rescued the backbone from the ashes and showed it to stunned guests. For the rest of his life he kept the bone in his pants pocket, except when it was placed on his drafting table, so he could look at it as he worked for the next 8 years.
When Corbu was 77 years old his doctor forbade him to take long swims. He mostly followed this advice, except on the morning of Aug. 27, 1965.
“How nice it would be to die swimming toward the sun,”
Corbu is quoted as saying twice.
People saw him struggling to climb the rocks, but he waved them off.
Later, his body floated to shore.
His death was not ruled a suicide, but it seemed to be, like the rest of his life, designed.
I've made a new weird obsessive dream, i want to visit his grave and the house he made for Yvonne.
It's a one room cabin with no kitchen and only a toilet near the room called Le Cabanon in France.
Yes I love weirdos.
Well, it's that i am currently working on a paper for Architechitecture Theory course,
Excited to find Le Corbusier is great.
Want to write about his works and influences on architecture later.
But i don't know, this kind of personal stories are way way more interesting. :p
I read the stories here,
and the beatiful pictures are taken from here
