Architecture helps differentiate the world. And Harvard's world is . . .
Red by ROBERT CAMPBELL Everyone's experienec of the architecture of Harvard is different, is personal—as it should be. Although I've spent most of the last 32 years living in or near Harvard, I still remember vividly my own first experience, when on a fall day in 1954 I arrived in Cambridge from mv hometown in upstate New York. What I remember is the redness. There arc no maple trees to speak of in the city where I grew up, and little brick. Harvard, by contrast, was a world of red. The autumn leaves overhead were red and so were the brick sidewalks below. Most of the buildings were red, and so were the football players in their crimson uniforms, and so were the little Veritas emblems that confronted me by the zillions. Even the politics, claimed Senator McCarthy, were red. For those first weeks I moved in a world of redness. As time went on the impression faded, as all impressions do, yet I've never entirely lost it. PHOTOGRAPHS BV CHRISTOPHER S. IOIINSON
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