MaximusJuly 1, 2013
Casino Royale (with cheese)
I mentioned this project in passing the other day, in a post about the return of the cranes to the city skyline, and thought its worth having a bit of a closer look at it this morning. I’ve been sneaking off into Moore Wilson’s car park to take photos every so often, and so this first photo is from a few months back, when just a skeletal framework is showing. There is, to my eye anyway, something quite beautiful about the clear simplicity of the structure on this building: there’s an insitu concrete wall, and then there’s some steelwork. The columns are relatively small and slender – the work is being done by the concrete wall, and so all these babies have to do is cope with gravity.
I may be wrong, as I haven’t checked the consultants board, but this steelwork approach seems to be the approach of the keen minds at Dunning Thornton, and in particular local boy done good Alistair Cattanach, who is a mighty fine engineer, from what I hear. I think he was the engineer on the Blair/Wakefield apartments, where the columns are so thin and slender that they almost disappear at times, and he has also been the go-to engineer for interesting projects around town, including CoCA at Massey University. Long may that continue.
Il Casino was of course the site for the famous restaurant that Remi Bresolin ran here for years, a Venetian style trattoria I believe (never having got there myself). The front of the three old brick houses remains, in hideous pink, and are supported by massive steel structure just to hold it in place while work is going on.
The new building has probably reached the top by now, and is currently shrouded in netting, but these photos still show the structure before the netting went on. The title of this post is, of course, a thinly veiled tribute to Tarantino in his Pulp Fiction days, as well as a weird mashup of Bond. Casino Royale of course was filmed partially in Venice, and so it all ties back together, sort of… in my mind anyway.
So we’ve got two stonking great in-situ shear walls running full height, big concrete diaphragm floor plates holding it together, and then a precast wall at the rear that finishes off the backside. I do like a well finished backside, I do. No one wants to look at a building that has an ugly arse end – but every one enjoys a finely proportioned rump. Or have I just been admiring rumps and drinking rums too much? Whatever. Sometimes buildings have no backsides, sometimes they’re all just a bunch of arse (see recent post for discussion…). This building, of course, is oriented towards the sun, towards the sea, towards the happy ending of Tory Street where it comes into Courtenay, and yet this building has an all important back side as well. In fact, perhaps more important than at first it may seem – the rear facade will be seen by every single driver of the State Highway through to the Basin, and so it’s carefully manicured striations will be a subject of many a traffic light ponderer for years to come. It’s also going to be highly prominent from the new Memorial Park, where it will stand out like a beacon. Let’s hope that it stands out in a better way than the other tower blocks presently visible from the Park.
There is also a nice continuance with the concrete brutalist facade of the old Cricketers Arms, now (still?) Happy, which haunts this corner on Vivian. Our frequent browsing archivist Stark likes this building, or so he has said before, but not all Wellingtonians do. Let’s face it – it can be harsh. But it’s appropriate for the setting – and so too is the back of the Casino.
And so we come back to the beginning. The cladding is going on, rustling behind the wrapping, and this will be the main ingredient for the recipe here. Architects for the job were Studio Pacific, but the job is being carried out by another firm I believe, so I’m not sure who will take the credit on completion. Certainly the restoration of the old brick facades will be a big important part of the job, and I’m hoping that the hideous pink can go away and never return. How will the ultra new modern apartment designs go with the old crusty walls of the existing carcass? How will the new apartment owners cope with the eternal traffic jams of Tory, Jessie and College Sts? How will the sounds of late night revellers wandering and carousing their way up Tory St on the proceeds of a night of cheap wine and vodka red bull chasers go down with the expensive budgets of the presumed apartment owners, poised above them? Time will tell. So far, though, it’s looking good.