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Today, the word has acquired the resonance of antiquity, like Dahomey and Mesopotamia.
The Avala TV tower sprang skyward on graceful concrete legs.
They have plenty to work with.
An international conclave of architects converged on Skopje, Macedonia, after its near-total obliteration in a 1963 earthquake.
I went through the show toggling between elation and despair.
MoMA alludes to the tragedy of the 1990s but declines to wallow in it.
Bob Guccione, thePenthousepublisher, invested $45 million and promoted it as a hedonists Eden.
Later, the Haludovo became a shelter for refugees, who sacked it.
Today, its a ruin, its pool dry.
Tito was a paradoxical strongman.
Later, they established schools of their own.
The result was architecture of wild diversity.
Memorials were destroyed or left to rot.
MoMAs curators see Yugoslavia as an inspiring chapter in purposeful design that improved lives and fostered hope.
You might also see it as a moralizing tale about the danger of high-minded intentions and architectural arrogance.
There, as in so many fallen nations, the symbols of one ideology became the targets of another.
What each generation builds with pride eventually commemorates its follies.
