The Dark Side Of Trump’s Architectural Fantasy

“Style is the answer to everything.” That’s the opening line of a Charles Bukowski poem written in 1972, which wanders towards a few peculiar observations: “Not many have style / Not many can keep style / I have seen dogs with more style than men.”

Donald Trump has style, and has pursued its development for decades towards a final, widely-broadcasted presidential act. Through style, he has become a corpulent, red-tied anti-Godiva: all the town's eyes are on him. To look away is taboo, virality feeds on him.

There is a yearning relief among his opponents that the time might come — maybe next year — when his legacy will be relegated to history books and old newspaper clippings. Some have warned that he will be televised, channelled into a surreal but profitable talking-head that will captivate his base for years to come. But beyond the dubious stability of his border wall, we haven't reckoned with the possibility that Trump might leave behind more permanent, architectural symbols to his administration.