Watching the sun gleam off the slightly flaking whitewash on the semi circular Space Race shapes of Oscar Niemeyer’s buildings in the middle of Brazil’s own Red Centre – Brasilia – is a unique, thrilling experience. Flanked by electric blue cloudless desert sky and lit by a burning, bald sun that casts diamond-sharp geometric shadows, it is otherworldly and wonderful. Here is a man-made capital city, designed in 1956, with infinitely more visual energy and – in its own way – folly than any oil-rich, scorched sand and skyscraper-filled Islamic urban hub. It has an elegance and austere simplicity to its curves. Its Jetsons-like bowed pillars, arches and low-slung widescreen glass blocks set it squarely in a more optimistic time, an era in which we were promised jetpacks. Civilian remembers the work of the late, great architect who died on 6th December, 2012, 104 years young.
Pictures: Mark C.O’Flaherty