I know what you’re thinking. Is it possible for The Sultanette to post anything without the mention of sex, sex, sex? Even when the subject is the esteemed 16th International Venice Biennale of Architecture?
To that I say, isn’t it time we take sex out of the gutter? That we give it credit for more than scratching an itch in the libido? Admit that getting physical might release us from the tyranny of our brains? From those hidebound convictions, selfish inhibitions, and pious sentiments that sabotage our ability to live originally? If you don’t think architecture does that, read on.