I have been reading the collected essays of Janet Abrams which have been published by Princeton University Press under the title Daddy Wouldn’t Buy Me a Bauhaus. They belong to an era which now seems as remote as the Pyramids: the medium being the large-format Blueprint with its its sense of optimism and confidence in the power of design, graphic as well as architectural; when the Independent was first launched, breaking the mould of journalism; the era of Peter Eisenman and Richard Meier; the early days of postmodern theory; when Andrée Putman was the epitome of fashionability and Frank Gehry was beginning to be known. I’m not sure how well it has all aged, but it is no doubt time for it to be excavated.