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Petra Blaisse makes curtains and gardens to temper the Koolhaas chill.
By Melissa Milgrom
April 2001

Above: For her exhibition last fall at the Storefront
for Art and Architecture in Manhattan, boundary-crossing
designer Petra Blaisse hung a curtain made from scaffolding
nets in front of the building. Photographs by Walter Smith.
Above: Blaisse's velvet curtain-walls for the Mick
Jagger Centre, in Dartford, England (1999-2000), are pink on
one side, yellow on the other. Photograph by Petra Blaisse.
Above: In her 1999 design for the Dutch State
Penitentiary in Nieuwegein, Blaisse used shells, gravel, and
sand to give each of six gardens its own color. The asphalt
recreation path weaves through all the gardens and becomes a
graphic element when viewed from the top floors of the
penitentiary. Photographs by Hans Werleman.
Above: Plans for a "swamp garden" (top) for
a parking garage in Almere, Holland; and for landscaping at
the Seattle Public Library (above). Photographs by Petra
Blaisse, Walter Smith.
Above, second from top: Studded with grommets,
Blaisse's velvet curtains for an auditorium in the Lille
Grand Palais (1993-94) evoke the Milky Way when lit from
behind. She connects interiors to the natural world with
plant-print textiles such as flowered curtains for the Dutch
embassy in Berlin (2000; third from top) and the Garden
Carpet prototype, exhibited last fall at the Storefront for
Art and Architecture in New York (2000; fourth from top).
Photographs courtesy of Inside/Outside, Frans Parthesius,
Petra Blaisse, and Walter Smith.
Above: Curtains with large grommets subvert the line
between inside and out in two proposed designs: a restaurant
wall at the Museum of Modern Art in New York (1994; top) and
a small auditorium in the Casa da Musica in Porto, Portugal
(2000-01; above). Photographs by Petra Blaisse; bottom,
courtesy Inside/Outside.
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It
is the end of summer and Petra Blaisse is barefoot in her mother's
garden. Actually she is standing amid a matrix of photographic carpet
tiles she designed using images of her family's small yard in Amsterdam.
Blaisse, the Dutch designer of interiors and landscapes known for her
striking collaborations with Rem Koolhaas, has a talent for turning nature
into culture and culture into nature. She is in a sense architecture's
experimental Earth Mother, convincing builders of glass, cement, and steel
monuments to pay attention to--of all things--curtains and gardens.
The fairwaylike carpet transforms Manhattan's Storefront for Art
and Architecture (where Blaisse was installing her first solo show last
September) into a spirited greenhouse--or to be more exact, a hothouse
of architectural experimentation. "We are all gardeners," Blaisse
says of her family. "So it springs from being a gardener in the first
place and then creating worlds."
"She really thinks of herself as a gardener,"
says Terence Riley, chief curator of architecture and design at the Museum
of Modern Art. "But for Petra," Riley explains, "a garden
isn't a place where you grow things. Just like a curtain isn't
to keep the sun out. Both are enormously emotive." Blaisse is reinvigorating
two things that are traditionally considered women's domains--curtains
and gardens--by infusing them with unexpected materials and a poet's
sense of metaphor and sensuality. She unabashedly calls the work "a
softening of the edges, an inviting in, a creating of shelter."
In Blaisse's world interiors and exteriors more
than playfully coexist--they blur and clash, then recombine to form
something new. "They are totally different professions, yet they
are completely connected through the roles they have," Blaisse says.
"Open the window and the garden comes in, the curtain comes out."
The Storefront gallery is shaped something like a
sliver of pie. Portions of the walls pivot open out to the street, limiting
the already narrow display area. It's not an easy space for an artist
to work with, so Blaisse has turned it inside out. Sheets of mirrored
Mylar adorn the walls, inviting sunlight inside; pillows sprouting grass
like giant Chia Pets lie on the sidewalk outside. Samples of her stage
curtains for theaters and concert halls hang in the threshold. Stereo
speakers fill the room with the rhythmic sounds of curtains opening and
closing--an accoustical element that evokes the sea. And obscuring
the entire southwest facade from rooftop to sidewalk is a red-and-orange
drape of Christo proportions sewn from scaffolding nets.
The Storefront show centers almost exclusively on
curtains. For the most part they have long, elegant lines and whimsical
flourishes. So does their creator: Blaisse is a tall woman with high cheekbones,
wide-set hazel eyes, and a squarish jaw. She is pretty, naturally so,
and an inventive dresser, pairing long skirts with sneakers or loudly
patterned polyester shirts with delicate earrings. She is opinionated
and shy, and speaks a nuanced English that is spare and often poetic.
During the time I spent watching her install the show, she compared a
building to a peeled apple, fabric to icing, and curtains to evening gowns.
Though she may acknowledge these similes with only a gentle smile, her
subversiveness is not lost on anyone. In the architect's arena beauty
is often dismissed as mere adornment, but Blaisse doesn't shy away
from connotations of femininity--she emphasizes them. Power and domesticity
are two words that are seldom paired, yet they are often used to describe
her work.
Although Blaisse has run her own studio, Inside/Outside,
in Amsterdam, since 1991 and maintains a diverse and burgeoning clientele--including
architects Michael Maltzan, Richard Gluckman, Tim Ronalds, and the Museum
of Modern Art--she is best known as a longtime collaborator of Koolhaas
and his Office for Metropolitan Architecture (OMA). She has created opulent
gardens and immense curtains (soft walls, really, that move and breathe)
for OMA's high-profile private residences such as the Villa Floirac,
in Bordeaux, and the Villa dall'Ava, in Paris, and for many of the
firm's cultural halls throughout Europe. She has also been in a relationship
with Koolhaas for 16 years (despite his marriage to Madelon Vriesendorp),
further complicating the inside/outside thing.
Their relationship also complicates writing about
Blaisse. My initial aim of extricating her from the shadow of Koolhaas's
celebrity quickly faded. It would have involved the impossible task of
deciphering where professional passion ends and personal passion begins.
So I observed and listened, and found that the conversation always gravitated
to Koolhaas whether I was talking to curators and critics or to Blaisse's
71-year-old mother, Riny, a painter. "He's a genius--and
a genius is a genius," she wryly told me, quickly adding, "They
are very good for each other because they give each other enormous inspiration.
It's not one-way traffic!" Moreover, Blaisse herself constantly
evoked him, often referring to him as "the architect" (as if
that were going to fool anyone). Shared passion yields strong work, and
it seems to be a key component of Blaisse's development as an artist.
To ignore that would be to dismiss a very powerful, very productive force.
Though Dutch by nationality, Blaisse was born in London
in 1955 and spent most of her childhood living in Lisbon, Paris, Vienna,
and Stockholm. Her father worked for Lever Brothers Corporation, and the
family moved periodically, enrolling her in French schools. After studying
art, she worked at the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam for eight years,
rising from assistant in the Applied Arts department to exhibition designer.
It was there that Blaisse first collaborated with
Koolhaas. She did not know it then, but when she installed OMA's
first museum show, her life was about to take a twist. OMA soon hired
her to design all of its exhibits, a venture that would take her around
the world. Though it was an uncharted and financially tenuous time, there
is a tangible excitement in Blaisse's voice when she recounts those
early years. "We were always presented as a package to the museums,"
she says. "We were a team." Prior to 1984 all of the firm's
buildings were on paper only; Koolhaas's reputation as an iconoclast
was based largely on his 1978 book Delirious New York. But OMA was finally
starting to build, and it was an exciting, expansive arena for a designer
to find herself in.
Blaisse had her debut as a curtain designer in 1987,
when OMA landed a commission to build the Netherlands Dance Theater, in
The Hague. She was brought in to give an interior consultation focusing
on light, space, and color, but something more specific sprang to mind.
"You should make it a black, colorless box with one luxurious element,"
she told them, "and that should be the curtain." Her original
plans called for a metal curtain, but it would have been too heavy to
construct. The curtain would have to be (gasp!) velvet. "The architects,
being modern architects, said it seemed old-fashioned and stuffy,"
Blaisse says. "So my search was to take that old-fashioned whatever--it's
always red--and turn it into something unexpected." Working with
a chemist, she developed a glue that could be silk-screened onto tough
woolen velvet and then pressed with gold foil. The result is a vertical
expanse of gold disks that when spotlit radiates like the sun. Herbert
Muschamp of the New York Times recently called the curtain "the logo
for the building."
The project launched her career as an artist. For
it wasn't just a curtain to Blaisse and Koolhaas, but "an evolution
we went through together," she says, explaining that from then on
Koolhaas began "taking the curtain seriously as an architectural
element." According to Blaisse, he's slowly coming around to
gardens, too.
At a party after the Storefront show preview Blaisse
encouraged me to ask Koolhaas to comment on her work, something she said
he had never been asked to do. She was curious. In a quiet stairwell I
asked Koolhaas to discuss the exhibit and what his buildings would be
like without Blaisse's contributions. "What is interesting about
the show is that an entity that is always treated like an afterthought--or
as a decoration, or as a form of weakness--can be almost overpowering
in its effect," he told me. He paused to collect his thoughts and
then said definitively, "I can make the buildings harsher--more
pure--because there is this counterpart."
I shared Koolhaas's remarks with Blaisse a few
days later on a sunny Sunday morning in Gramercy Park, a private garden
that she had access to as a guest at a nearby hotel. She responded in
kind: "To work with someone who will share power--or who will
confront his work with another force--is creative or, in a sense,
daring." She pointed to the sunlit shrubs around her and continued,
"Rem looks at the whole, the big lines, but if you are a gardener
you look at the little effects. If you put it together, it adds up to
a bigger whole."
At first glance Blaisse's sensuous approach may
seem at odds with the hard-edged buildings her work is often associated
with. For the Grand Palais in Lille--a vast conference hall and an
important OMA commission--Blaisse designed three stage curtains, one
studded with grommets arranged as constellations in a night sky. "Rem's
and mine are hidden in there," she says. "Those are little jokes
in there. It's kind of a starry sky." When the curtain is lit
from behind in the dark theater, the cosmos appears and the hall evokes
a planetarium. One wall, designed to absorb sound, is made from oversize
pillows upholstered in faux blue leather with buttons "the size of
dessert plates," as she puts it.
Each of her projects uses materials inventively, whether
it's acoustic curtain-walls for the Mick Jagger Centre, in London,
or a spiral-pattern carpet of crushed seashells for a prison yard near
Utrecht. "The way she uses materials is not normal," says her
mother, referring to a gossamer black curtain Blaisse studded with floor-polishing
wheels.
Because Blaisse is involved with a project from its
inception, rather than providing accessories to the finished product,
there is ample room for experimentation. These ventures are often subtle
studies in surfaces and boundaries. The tracks for her Sound Curtain,
for the Rotterdam Kunsthal, were poured in place with the cement ceiling,
physically becoming part of the architecture. Small speakers are incorporated
into the reversible fabric, which is silver when wrapped around a cement
column and black when it unfurls along the curved tracks to define a round
space. For an upcoming project at an underground parking garage in Almere,
Holland, Blaisse will plant a "swamp garden."
Her plans for landscaping the new Seattle Public Library
(a current OMA project) were recently approved. A "library"
of indigenous trees and plants will line the walkways that connect the
sidewalk to the building. "What OMA has done--specifically Rem
with Petra--is allow her to inhabit this space and install another
project within it," Riley explains. "Petra has turned these
domestic arts into public events in a spectacular way."
Too often collaborations between architects and designers
fail because the parties involved do not share the same vision--much
less the same breakfast table. A tacit and fine-tuned sense of trust does
not have time to flourish. There are exceptions, however, and the most
uncanny comparison to the Koolhaas-Blaisse team is the collaboration between
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe and Lilly Reich.
Reich was a formidable woman--a pioneering Modernist
and a talented designer of clothing, exhibits, furniture, and interiors.
An influential player in the Deutsche Werkbund throughout the 1920s and
1930s, she became Mies's artistic partner in much the same capacity
as Blaisse is to Koolhaas--minus the gardens. "Rem is totally
obsessed with Mies, and this Petra thing is no accident," suggests
Beatriz Colomina, associate professor of architecture at Princeton University.
Like Blaisse, who designed OMA's first museum
exhibit, Reich's first project for Mies was an exhibit for an architecture
show. From there the relationship evolved into interiors; Reich designed
curtains, furniture, and displays for many of the architect's landmark
buildings and expo halls. "She used silk when he used only marble
and glass and metal," Blaisse says. "My interest is in the contradiction."
The relationship between Mies and Reich was also romantic and extramarital.
But more significantly, Mies saw Reich as a partner worthy of collaborating
with and provided her an arena in which to experiment and come into her
own. And Reich's presence affected the outcome of Mies's buildings;
when Mies emigrated to the United States in 1937 his relationship with
Reich faltered, and his buildings took on a colder tone. "What is
missing in Mies's later work, after he emigrates, is this alter ego,"
says Riley.
"These kind of big-boy architects, like Mies
or Rem, give the secondary stuff to women, but they are really counting
on it," Colomina says. "They know the real effect of the 'hard'
work is dependent on the delicate membranes suspended within it."
Though Blaisse steadfastly maintains her own identity,
she does not downplay her personal involvement with "the architect."
"We have a life together. If you live with a man for 16 years, it's
nice to be considered part of his life rather than a secret--which
it isn't," she told me as we sat on a sun-warmed park bench
in Gramercy Park. Wearing all black save for a vibrant green scarf and
metallic sneakers, Blaisse was considerably more relaxed and forthcoming
than she had been during the week I watched her install her show. But
she had allotted only a single hour to discuss her entire life's
work with me--her flight back to Amsterdam was set for that evening,
and she had filled her day with meetings. Upon returning to her studio
Blaisse would dig right into the Seattle Public Library project, present
plans for a private garden in New York City, and finalize designs for
the soon to be constructed Dutch embassy in Berlin; the Casa Musica, in
Porto, Portugal; and the Lensvelt furniture headquarters, in Brenda, Holland.
She would also work on textile objects for Prada stores in New York and
Los Angeles.
The hour shot by. We talked so much about her work
that I forgot to ask her about Koolhaas. Fortunately, when she stood to
leave she glanced down at my clear plastic satchel of research materials.
There was Rem's larger-than-life face on the cover of the New York
Times Magazine, where he had been recently been profiled. "They wanted
to interview me," Blaisse remarked. "But I'm glad I didn't
[talk to them] because I want to be an individual on the outside and not
be part of this myth-creating." Then she made her way to the iron
gate to leave.
As it happens, you need a key not only to enter but
to exit Gramercy Park. A hotel employee had let us in, but now there was
no one in sight to let us out. For a moment the garden--sculpted and
sweet-smelling though it was--was no longer a respite but something
completely different. The joke was on Blaisse, and she held onto the iron
bars, devising her next project: a garden with no barriers between inside
and out.
Melissa Milgrom is a writer who lives in Brooklyn.
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