My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
How Much Does Your Building Weigh, Mr. Foster? A Documentary by Norman Foster www.imdb.com The film traces the rise of one of the world's premier architects, Norman Foster, and his unending quest to improve the quality of life through design. Beijing airport ceiling architectureurbanism