The World’s Largest Building is Four Times the Size of Vatican City

The world’s largest building is located in Chengdu, China and recently displaced Dubai airport from atop the #1 spot:

The New Century Global Center, which recently opened in Chendgu, China, is 328 feet high, 1,640 feet long, and 1,312 feet wide. That’s roughly 20 times the size of Sydney’s legendary Opera House, four times the size of Vatican City, and three times the size of the Pentagon. And its 420 acres in floor space is nearly the size of the entire country of Monaco (499 acres).

The world's largest building is in Chengdu, China

The world’s largest building is in Chengdu, China

For more photos of this monstrosity, check out this link.

Not to be outdone in the height department: China is currently building the world’s tallest building.

Geoff Manaugh’s Tribute to Architect Lebbeus Woods

Geoff Manaugh pens a beautiful tribute to Lebbeus Woods, who died on October 30, 2012. I hadn’t heard of Lebbeus before, but Geoff’s remembrance of the man is spectacular, and made me curious to find out more:

Architecture, for Lebbeus, was a kind of counter-balance, a—I’m going to use the word—religious accounting for this lack of center elsewhere, this lack of world. It was a kind of factoring of the zero, to throw out a meaningless phrase: it was the realization that there is nothing on offer for us here, the realization that the instant we trust something it will be shaken loose in great convulsions of seismicity, that cities will fall—to war or to hurricanes—that subways will flood, that entire continents will be unmoored, split in two, terribly and irreversibly, as something maddeningly and wildly, in every possible sense outside of human knowledge, something older and immeasurable, violently shudders and wakes up, leaps again into the foreground and throws us from its back in order to walk on impatiently and destructively without us. 

Something ancient and out of view will rapidly come back into focus and destroy all the cameras we use to film it. This is the premise of Lebbeus’s earthquake, Lebbeus’s terrestrial event outside measured comprehensibility, Lebbeus’s state of war.

Because what I like about Lebbeus’s work is its nearly insane honesty, its straight-ahead declaration that nothing—genuinely and absolutely nothing—is here to welcome us or accept us or say yes to us. That there is no solid or lasting ground to build anything on, let alone anything out there other than ourselves expecting us to build it. 

Architecture is thus an act—a delirious and amazing act—of construction for no reason at all in the literal sense that architecture is outside rational calculation. That is, architecture—capital-A architecture, sure—must be seen, in this context, as something more than just supplying housing or emergency shelter; architecture becomes a nearly astronomical gesture, in the sense that architecture literally augments the planetary surface. Architecture increases (or decreases) a planet’s base habitability. It adds something new to—or, rather, it complexifies—the mass and volume of the universe. It even adds time: B is separated from C by nothing, until you add a series of obstacles, lengthening the distance between them. That series of obstacles—that elongated and previously non-existent sequence of space-time—is architecture.

For the pointer, I thank Steve Silberman, who described the eulogy as stunning and majestic. A must-read in its entirety, even if you don’t care whatsoever for architecture.

Geoff Manaugh’s eulogy is one of those pieces which you must read for the writing. The first time I profiled something like this was Brian Phillips’s “Pelé as a Comedian.”