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\n Robert A.M. Stern insisted on elegance in his buildings and his outfits. Not shown: his signature yellow socks.
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Sometime next summer, just in time for the nation\u2019s 250th birthday, visitors will walk down West 76th Street near Central Park West and most likely fail to notice the new wall of granite stonework and Doric columns that replaced a low brick partition and an empty lot. The fa\u00e7ade, and the building behind it, will look as if they had always been there. That feat of continuity is the work of the architect Robert A.M. Stern, and it\u2019s a shame he didn\u2019t live to see the completion of the project, the New York Historical\u2019s Tang Wing for American Democracy<\/a>. Stern\u2019s design, woven through and behind the original 1908 building and the 1939 addition that gave the museum its full-block width, is transformative yet inconspicuous, embodying his values of understated patriotism, historical preservation, tastefulness, and memory. It\u2019s apt that he died on Thanksgiving Day.<\/p>\n Stern was perhaps the most powerful and most underrated architect<\/a> in the country for the past 40 years. He taught legions of students, served as dean of the Yale School of Architecture, counted academic colleagues by the dozen, ran a firm of 300 architects, and designed hundreds of buildings in styles ranging from Plutocrat Classicism<\/a> to Corporate Crystal<\/a>. His masterwork, 15 Central Park West,<\/a> reignited the pursuit of old-fashioned luxury.\u00a0And yet almost every time his name comes up in conversation with other designers, I hear the same line, delivered in a confidential tone: \u201cHe\u2019s a better historian than he is an architect.\u201d That may be true, but it\u2019s hardly a zinger since he set the bar high in both fields. His New York buildings don\u2019t preen; they work. They\u2019re not revolutionary, but they are profoundly urban.<\/p>\n Rather than impose an architectural vision on a recalcitrant city, he absorbed New York\u2019s urban qualities into the design. That approach is usually called contextualism, but it\u2019s a weak catchall for the art of fitting in. As every high-schooler knows, looking like you belong is a delicate and unpredictable operation with a high risk of looking dumb. Success depends on a sharp analysis of the world you aspire to join, and that\u2019s where Stern excelled. He literally wrote the book on New York architecture \u2014 six of them<\/a>, in fact \u2014 along with his principal co-authors David Fishman and Jacob Tilove, a 7,000-page saga that culminates in the recently published New York 2020<\/a>. Like its predecessors, the most recent volume is an exhaustive guide to the city\u2019s continual transformation, chronicling not just the loud dramas around Manhattan\u2019s major monuments but also changes to neighborhoods that get less scrutiny: the leopard enclosure at the Staten Island Zoo, a cluster of supportive housing in the Bronx, a wooden-roofed Zen center in Flushing. In conversation, Stern dropped opinions like bang snaps, but he didn\u2019t use the books to argue for his own architectural approach. Instead, they embody his erudition, his dogged loyalty to history, and his respect for teamwork and debate. As a historian and educator, he included colleagues and critics with whom he disagreed. (I\u2019m one of the many critics the latest book quotes frequently and at length.)<\/p>\n \n Most Billionaires\u2019 Row supertalls evoked a crystalline futurism, but Stern\u2019s 220 Central Park South evoked Old New York, just taller. All that research surely shaped Stern\u2019s reading of New York as a collective endeavor \u2014\u00a0an accumulated residue of egos, financial gambles, grandiose visions, technical innovation, real-estate opportunism, altruistic impulse, political reality, flickering fashions, and demographic happenstance. Grand plans are often left to marinate so long they become unrecognizable. Pure visions get creatively corrupted. And yet it doesn\u2019t pay to give up on New York, because no matter how bad things get, trends reverse, slums are reborn, and doom is regularly delayed. Stern\u2019s books, like his buildings, reflect his faith in an enduring city, made of granite as well as buzz.<\/p>\n He was not the first to design an extension for the New York Historical. In the 1980s, Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer\u2019s proposal to crown the museum by topping it with a 23-story postmodern ziggurat condo tower enraged Upper West Side neighbors. Two decades later, Richard Meier & Partners stirred up a new round of anger with a plan to impale the original building with a white-steel-and-glass stake<\/a>. Eventually, Stern achieved tranquility by persuading the museum to expand invisibly, keeping the original roofline inviolate, even if that meant relinquishing the windfall it might have reaped by selling its air rights to a developer. And yet he wasn\u2019t opposed to such an exchange in principle. Farther uptown, he designed the Claremont, which shoots 40 stories up from the Union Theological Seminary and translates the early-20th-century vocabulary of gray schist and limestone into gray-and-black brick trimmed with limestone-hued precast concrete, all of which makes the tower look like it\u2019s dressed in tailored tweed. The fa\u00e7ade\u2019s abundance of bays, quoins, parapets, and groupings of windows echoes the collegiate Gothic original, making it a good, if oversize, academic neighbor in a quarter dominated by colleges, universities, seminaries, and music schools.<\/p>\n \n The Claremont, in Morningside Heights, nods (down) to the Gothic towers of Riverside Church and\u00a0Union Theological Seminary. It\u2019s the tallest skyscraper in Morningside Heights, giving the skyline a boost and opening a new vertical frontier. But it\u2019s also respectful in its way, joining the ecumenical gang of stone towers that includes the 392-foot Riverside Church, the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, and the stumpier but extravagantly be-spired and -crenellated seminary. Those structures date from the early 20th century, when American architects (many schooled in Europe) wrestled with how to disguise revolutionary technology and unprecedented scale in familiar wrappings. And so, farther downtown, employees of Metropolitan Life Insurance took speedy elevators up to their paperwork farms in an Italianate palace on Madison Square that featured a Venetian campanile. The headquarters for the age of fossil fuels was the Standard Oil Building at 26 Broadway, its Renaissance stonework and columns piled high to reach the scale that the new century required. Riverside Church, too, was supersized by steel, the product that grew stronger at the speed of a growing puppy, allowing buildings to put on ever more muscle and height. That tower, too, invoked a 1,000-year-old style to disguise its mutant dimensions.<\/p>\n \n Prewar is forever at the Henry, Stern\u2019s 19-story building still under construction at Broadway and West 84th Street. Stern missed that revivalist period, starting his career at a time when the mandarins of modernism held that modern architecture should be modern from core to skin: Since outer walls are no longer needed to hold up the building, they shouldn\u2019t pretend to strength. A weatherproof membrane would do. He was never convinced by that fundamentalist view, believing that the sequence of windows, the roughness of stone, and the recognizability of a scroll gave architecture its character. (And Stern was certainly a character.) He looked back to the way his forebears had looked even further back, each generation of neoclassicists recapitulating all the ones that had come before and finding a new iteration of the past.<\/p>\n That didn\u2019t make him a throwback, though; he was always deeply engaged with the present. He once recounted to Architectural Record<\/a> the compromises he made during his early years of designing apartments for the affluent: \u201cTo meet a new generation\u2019s needs \u2014 and it was my generation \u2014 plans were opened up. Staff rooms were combined to create family rooms, and living and dining rooms were frequently thrown together \u2014 something I now view with mixed feelings. I took apart more beautifully planned apartments of an earlier era than I would like to admit.\u201d Even those most loyal to New York\u2019s past are sometimes forced to betray it.<\/p>\n Sign Up for the Curbed Newsletter<\/p>\n A daily mix of stories about cities, city life, and our always evolving neighborhoods and skylines.<\/p>\n Vox Media, LLC Terms and Privacy Notice<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/66d5691cc64cf51053e3f800f7c06d7c64-A10047-2021FD60-410-RT.rvertical.w570.jpg\")
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