When you're talking about the skyline of tomorrow, you're up against
two schools of thought. The first is that of the "serious"
architects-- the sort Modernist dreamers that did away with all that
bourgeois ornamentation and obsolete classical nonsense in favour of
good, clean lines suitable for the enlightenment of the proletariat
who didn't know what was good for them.
They loved to plop down great slabs of brick that were cities unto
themselves in vast plains of concrete dotted with trees that gave no
shade, marble benches that no human being could sit comfortably on,
steps that were so wide and low that they made you walk like a duck,
and nothing to give any pedestrian any protection from the elements.
In the summer you roasted under the sun and in the winter you froze in
the raw northern winds. But it gave the paperboard models a
wonderful sense of perspective.
It's all horrible, so why do it? Because it was all so
anti-bourgeois and it was the sort of place where, in
the words of Alexi Sayle, "They expected working class people to
wander around discussing Chekhov."