At first sight it is a jarring, incongruous presence, lumpy and brutal, and inappropriate in the presence of Wren, the Georgians, and purse-lipped Victoriana. Culkin affronted every idea of propriety since the Tudors.
Only from a distance does Culkin’s tour de force become evident. At the top of his tower a great mass of bricks appear to rest on some fragile and brittle window panes. At any moment the top section of the tower may shatter this glass and plummet to the pavement, killing rate payers. I first perceived this fact while sitting in the beer garden of this pub.
Common opinion didn’t approve of Culkin’s tasteless ways. Hence his absence in Wikipedia. But, as you can see, London architecture has recently superseded the aesthetics of Wren and the rest. And here is Culkin’s work nestled amidst its legion of grandchildren.
Clifford Culkin deserves more recognition.