“If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
--- John Waters
By Erin Feher
I’ve been getting blasted with images of all the architectural T&A popping up at the Shanghai World Expo, and one in particular has got me riled. At the Seed Cathedral, 60,000 glowing fiber-optic rods jut out at the viewer, displaying a seed implanted in its tip. If you ask me, that’s not a hypersexual metaphor like Jackass isn’t a sado-masochistic homoerotic showdown. And the architecture crowds are simply exploding in their pants over it. Surprisingly, it’s the creation of the usually buttoned-up Brits: design star Thomas Heatherwick conceived it as something of a conceptual Noah’s Ark (the first sex cruise in history).
The seeds were gathered with help from the Millennium Seedbank Project, which is working to collect and categorize the seeds of 25 percent of the world’s plant species by 2020. Something about all this scientific research and architectural inventiveness on behalf of procreation (even if it is between plants) gets me all unexplainably tingly. Like that time I tore the clothes of my high school boyfriend after watching a show about the mating habits of sea creatures on the Discovery Channel. I guess it gives new meaning to the term “design lover.” (When it shows up on Craigslist’s Casual Encounters remember you heard it here first, kids.)