Deep down we are all pubescent little children. Or in any case, I probably am. I pretend that when I look at a building I check for the right proportions, materials and concept. But somewhere in this very serious process of evaluating a piece of architecture my brain makes one final check: does this building resemble genitals in any way? Often it does. Am I just a degenerate or have stumbled on a common motif in architecture?

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BKino is intended as an informal event (a cinema and, therefore, not a cine-forum) aiming at recreating a culture of participation and studentship within the faculty, now that things are opening up to, almost, a pre-pandemic state of affairs. The proposed films follow neither a particular theme nor a specific style. The only recurrent aspect of the program is to have films that are ‘set in places’, with a clear intention to narrate not simply the protagonist’s tale, but also the story of their settings, whether real or fictional. This approach follows a belief that people interested in the built environment, when watching films collectively, will enjoy talking with each other about space and place, and how the film camera, as a narrative tool, relates to them in distinctive ways.

About ten years ago, at the dawn of my pubescence, there was one pastime you could often find me and my peers doing. It wasn't trying to charm girls. It certainly wasn't sporting. It wasn't even gaming (though I did plenty of that too). It was spending time on the internet, and it was glorious.