Inside the Agbar tower

I failed to get into the Agbar tower a while back with a bunch of tourists who had agreed to impersonate a business delegation. Eulàlia Petit, however, has been inside and up Jean Nouvel’s phallus suppository rocket volcano-fired geyser. Its colours are red for fire, blue for water, and white for steam, and the irregular walls of the staircase going down to the auditorium are the mouth of a volcano. What you’ve got inside are two non-concentric towers of oval horizontal cross-section, here pleasingly compared to a quail’s egg inside a pigeon’s egg. The floors are hung between the two shells and the lifts go in the quail egg. She compares its darkness to Nouvel’s opera house in Lyon, which I’ve never seen. More soon, apparently.

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