Zaha Hadid’s Soft Side
In the summer of 1972, I received a lucky break: a coveted scholarship to the prestigious Architectural Association, or AA, in London at a time when the Conservative government had curtailed mandatory student grants.
The AA had recently embraced an outsider as dean, a Polish-Canadian Jew, Alvin Boyarsky, who took the then-radical step of embracing international students. He also recruited top-level academic talent, including Cedric Price, Dalibor Vesely, Bob Evans, Daniel Libeskind, Elia Zenghelis and Rem Koolhaas, to name but a few.
This international roundtable often convened at the AA bar, where I first met Zaha Hadid. I remember our first encounter as intimidating, not because of Hadid herself (who was always interested in all she met) but because of her circle, her tales of Baghdad and reverence for her mentor Mohamed Makiya. But Boyarsky had created an ideal milieu, adopting a “unit” structure (where we each selected our preferred professors), and although Hadid and I chose different mentors, we often critiqued each other’s work. We had dissimilar styles but were both exhilarated by the freedom Boyarsky encouraged.
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