Jacques Couëlle

rchitecture as sculpture is nothing new. Shapely and thought-provoking edifices have adorned the planet since the unification of Upper and Lower Egypt. More recently, as though the sky god Horus had returned to shake things up across the earthly plane, a movement of architecture-sculpture has taken flight, exemplified in the work of a few brilliant fringe-dwellers of modernism. A late but stellar example is le Palais Bulles, the pink bubble