One of the things that Jim Grover who organised the exhibition on Nugent Cachemaille-Day found frustrating was that there is no easily accessible image of him, in spite of the fact that he was reasonably well known and only died in 1976.

There are actually two likenesses listed in his entry for the DNB, one held by the British Architectural Library and apparently reproduced in Architect and Building News in July 1934, the other in private ownership, presumably his daughter, Ruth Day, born in 1940. Neither are available online.

If anyone reading this is in the RIBA, could they send me a copy of the photograph which I can forward to Clapham ?

This morning, I bicycled to Clapham to see St. James’s Church, Park Hill, south of the Common, which is open on Tuesdays and Fridays from 11 to 2 and has an excellent exhibition (till October 15th.) both on the church and its architect, Nugent Cachemaille-Day.

The current church replaced a gothic revival Church, which was bombed in the war on the night of Monday 16th. September, a week or so into the Blitz.  It took a long time to build a new church.  £56,000 came from the War Damage Commission, £10,000 had to be raised from the Congregation.  The architect was Nugent Cachemaille-Day.  The new Church was consecrated on 13 September 1958.

The exhibition includes original architectural drawings, discovered in a drawer in the vestry.  Born 1896, educated at Westminster and then the Architectural Association, he was working for Louis de Soissons in 1920 when he did a beautifully detailed plan of Welwyn Garden City. After working as an assistant to Goodhart-Rendel (their style is similar), he set up in practice in 1929 and specialised in church buildings, including St. Nicholas, Burnage in Manchester which opened in 1932 and was – presumably still is – boldly brick and abstract, presumably more Scandinavian than Corbusian.

This is one of the drawings of the church:-

The Church from outside:-

The stained glass windows are by Arthur Erridge, who worked for Powell and Sons before the war, and Wippell in the 1950s till his death in 1961:-

One of my discoveries during lockdown was the Bevis Marks Synagogue, a remarkable survival right in the heart of the city, within a stone’s throw of Aldgate and just within the old city walls. The building opened in 1701 and has been in continuous use ever since, at the heart of the city’s Jewish community, narrowly escaping being blown up by the IRA in 1992. Its architect, Joseph Avis, was a Quaker who had worked under Wren.

Two years ago, the Synagogue was involved in a long planning battle because a developer wanted to build a 47-storey tower block on Bury Street, so close that it would have blocked out almost all daylight from the Synagogue. After a tough campaign, the City’s planning Committee sensibly turned the application down and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first sign that it was not necessarily in the city’s best interest to pursue a relentless policy of high-rise growth, ignoring its history and any sense of respect for one of its long-term communities.

So, what have the developers done ? They have bought the building next door and are about to submit a proposal for a 42-storey tower, hoping that this time round it will be hard for the Synagogue to galvanise opposition so effectively again.

This is outrageously cynical. I hope that the City’s planners will simply turn down the proposal at pre-application stage and make it clear that once the planning committee has made a decision, that is the decision, and lopping off five storeys is an inadequate, wrong-headed response.

Meanwhile, not just to preserve the Synagogue itself, but the surrounding area, there is a proposal to create a proper conservation area round it.

It would be good if you could support it to its full extent (Option 3) (Have Your Say Today – Creechurch Conservation Area – Commonplace

I didn’t think it would be possible to write a new, fresh and original book about Venice, but Martin Gayford has managed it in his Venice: City of Pictures which comes out officially on October 5th. 

It adopts just the right tone of voice – deeply knowledgeable about the experience of visiting Venice, contantly thoughtful, alert both to the city and the different ways that it has been depicted, beginning with Gentile Bellini and ending with Paula Rego and Howard Hodgkin.

He writes as if he knows the artists personally, which in some ways he perhaps does after a lifetime of visiting Venice, reading about them, meeting them, going to the Biennale and, above all, looking at their art. It speeds up towards the end, but he still manages to say interesting and unexpected things about, for example, Carlo Scarpa.

I can’t think of a better way of introducing Venice and it makes me want to get on a plane at once.

Last night, we went to Peter Grimes at ENO, a brilliant production, so darkly sinister, by David Alden, bringing out all the undertones of Britten. It is hard to believe that ENO might not exist soon, stabbed in the back by government underfunding. It seemed pretty full and particularly full of young people and a production different in feel from Deborah Warner’s recent production in Covent Garden. Of course, ENO has had its problems. But it felt as it is supposed to, making opera properly democratic.

We listened to so much of Vikingur Ólaffson during lockdown: most of all, his recordings of work by Bach, but later, also, Debussy and Rameau. They were so fluid, so intense. They felt as if they matched the experience of lockdown.

On Friday, we went to hear him live at the Festival Hall, playing the Goldberg Variations. It felt slightly weird to enjoy his free interpretations which have always felt so private, like personal meditations, with a thousand other people in a space so vast and so public, not helped by the mobile phone which went off right at the start. It was certainly an experience. Bach turned into dreams.

A great treat has arrived in the post – an advance copy of Gill Hedley’s new biography of  Henry Flitcroft, to which I was generously asked to write an introduction, mainly because in April 2016 I wrote a somewhat disparaging blog post about Flitcoft as ‘one of those rather dull, first generation Palladians, who made architecture less interesting than it was when Vanbrugh and Hawksmoor were at the Office of Works’.  Suffice it to say that Gill Hedley has demonstrated that Flitcroft’s life and work were far from dull and that, by investigating his career in such depth, she has demonstrated a great deal about mid-eighteenth-century architectural practice.

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I went to what may have been the last of the conferences organised to mark the 300th. anniversary of Wren’s death, which only demonstrated that, because of the great length of his professional career, the range of his involvement in important buildings besides St. Paul’s and the City Churches, there is still a vast amount to learn in time for the 400th. anniversary of his birth, for which preparations may already be being made by the Royal Society (they mark births not deaths) in 2032.

The thing which sticks in my mind was from Anthony Geraghty’s opening paper which included an unexpected quote from The Tatler no.52, about an architect Nestor, ‘a skilful Architect, and in a manner the inventor of the use of mechanic powers’. Nestor was apparently bashful and did not know how to blow ‘the trumpet of his own fame’. This was Wren: too modest for his own good, slow in publishing his scientific work in his youth and slow in claiming credit for his great works later on.

I have been pondering the architectural qualities of Seaton Delaval since visiting yesterday: it is partly owing to the amount of exterior activity in relation to the relatively small building behind. On the garden façade, there is an immense portico contained between the two corner turrets, so that it is nearly all portico, which is presumably why John Dobson proposed flanking wings in the early nineteenth century to reduce the sense of compression in its façade:-

Also, Vanbrugh uses big blocks of stone in a very abstract way to give architectural emphasis:-