The project chosen for this brief is the Heron Tower in London. The Heron Tower which is at 110 Bishopsgate, London, is an iconic building, built on an island site in a unique location opposite Liverpool Street station. It has huge commercial benefits and as the city’s first 6-star office complex it is set to produce a new standard for offices in London, in particular with regards to accommodation in addition to the ‘wow factor’ any passer by receives. The tower represents a new generation of tall buildings. Members of the construction industry have been quick to encourage the public to fully embrace these styles of buildings when they look at the design of urban properties. “Heron Tower’s completion is a…
Griffiths, A. (Sep 2004). The Millennium Tower – a Jewel or a future public burden? 11-14.…
This is the most interesting time we live in, filled with new technology and designs to help make our lives better. As wondrous and beautiful as it appears to be,…
But instantly I remember again, and with every stride comes an inch more of pain, making me yearn for the cool water to heal my burnt steaks. Seagulls scout for food, hurtling towards the magma if only for a taste of someone’s forgotten potato chip. My primas have already beaten me to the sea. They heave their bluegreen buckets with mustard yellow handles into the water, plunging salty mixture onto the land to fill the handcrafted moat that will protect their beloved sand princess from malicious criminals. Of course no castle is fit for a princess without twisty shells in an array of a tints and hues. I snag a glimpse of the other seemingly perfect castles around us, built with care in creating the ideal landscape, truly an architect’s paradise, but none compare. We romp in the sand for what seems like only a few minutes before my Abuela calls my name. She hands me a meal suitable for the engineer that I converted to that day. Spicy peppers and tomatoes scatter around my mouth before the cooling lime sensation mixes with the cilantro and carne asada paired perfectly with a tortilla de maiz. I gulp it down before she can say, “Despacito mijita.” And like all devoted grandmothers, passes me a glistening grape Fanta before I voiced I was…
De France, Marie. The Lais of Marie De France. Trans. Glyn S. Burgess and Keith…
“New Addition Expands the Radisson Resort Portfolio in the Caribbean”, 2010, April 26, in Media, Retrieved April 28, 2010, from…
“Passengers flying Flight QF563, your gate is now open for boarding”, I peacefully sipped what remained of my coffee and waited for Joshua to finish his bacon and egg roll. Shortly after, we began to make our way to our designated gate. The smell of low-priced takeout food filled the air and couldn’t help, but leave me feeling overly excited. My son and I navigated our way through the clustered crowds of other keen travellers, following the signs above our heads as well as the announcements that were played through the speakers at the airport.…
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always had a portuguese presence in my life. When I think back on my childhood, I think of Maria. Up until I was in elementary school I thought Maria was somehow related to me; although I wasn't sure how. As I got older, Maria began to explain to me her roots. She told me how she immigrated to America from her small village in Portugal. Maria explained that she needed to move here in order to provide for her family. She was in search for the american dream for her family. She slowly began to incorporate her portugese ways into my life, whether it was portugese rolls with butter, portuguese soup or texting in portuguese. Although, I learned a lot from Maria I still never fully understood her culture. Portugal…
"Alison Prentice," article "French women in the New World," goes into detail about the lives of the French women who came to the New World, and what they…
Our blind date was late for 45 minutes; I started to get angry and annoyed, so I said ‘’ I knew it; this is why I hate online dating. I am leaving this stupidity.” In the same instant, she walked in, and the time stopped. It was the girl of my dreams, with big hazel eyes piercing through my soul. With her glowing skin, modest elegance and discrete makeup, she had style and glamour of classic Hollywood beauty. Simple five word ‘’ Hi, my name is Johana” made me feel as I know her for decades. In contradiction, Sergio and her sister Andrea left us almost immediately, as they didn’t have any mutual connection. The hours slipped by like seconds; we kept talking about countless subjects, oblivious of our surroundings; it turned out that we are like long lost twins reunited again. As we liked the same book (“The Forth Agreement”), food, sports, and even held the identical views on morality and…
One girl asked if it was true that I was the famous Meena Dee, the one mentioned in all the newspapers. Her parents, she said, did not believe that I could have lived in so many places. I acknowledged that I was Meena Dee, but that she could call me Aminata Diallo if she wanted, which was my childhood 88 •…
Xerxes was born a royal prince and would have had all the respect and prestige associated with his status. He was not the eldest son of King Darius I. Darius had three sons by another wife whilst he was still but a lord. For Darius to strengthen his calm to the Persian throne, Darius married Atossa , the daughter of Cyrus the Great. Xerxes was the eldest son of this union. This made Xerxes the son of the king, grandson of the founder of the empire and the son with the most royal blood. Herodotus recorded that Persian Males were educated between the ages of five and twenty.…
As we came into New York Harbor we passed by Lady Liberty. I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my face. My husband embraced me and we happily cried together. Our children could not understand why Otec (father) and Matka (mother) were crying. I was extremely excited but also very nervous about what we were about to go through to get through the Ellis Island Inspection Station.…
My ‘hard’ work finally paid off.. The song’s had ingrained it’s lyrics into my mind like an indestructible root. A root that would soon grow into a tree of literacy. Like any other child, I learned to communicate and write simple things like my name. There were times when I just could not comprehend some of the longer sentences said. Triggered by this, I relied on myself to learn what I needed to learn, to feel like an individual. I expanded my horizons, trying my hardest to spell my sisters name, a challenge for me when I was younger. Around the age of five, my family gathered around me as I attempted at writing my sister’s name. It was a difficult one, eight letters long, but I managed it. At that moment, I felt like I was walking down the red carpet. It was such a big accomplishment for me, that I would not have been able to do without the practice. My family moved to France for a year, taking a liking by the French language and culture- but I think they were just into Paris’ scenery. I had never given any thought to other languages and cultures. Ashamed by my ignorance, my French lessons were valuable, to me. We made new family friends there and went to their house every once in awhile to eat French food and…
It was the second day of second grade. I was on the school bus sitting next to my best friend when the bus suddenly halted, making a loud SCREECH. I looked out the window to see the reason why. There was a metro bus, green, long, and making me late to school. As I was staring at the bus and the line of people that seemed to stretch out for miles, one person, in particular, caught my eye. It was a woman she looked young, probably 19, but she looked foreign. Foreign to the average American, but not me. She reminded me of my aunt. She was wearing a lavish dark cloth carefully stitched with elegant embroidery that covered her whole body. I didn’t continue to think much of it as I began to play patty cake with my friend, but a few moments passed…