3701 Chestnut Street
A castle of fucking sidewalk. You're supposed to walk on this shit, not see it on the outside of a building. What happens when a sidewalk gets old? It cracks and turns brown and shit. What did you think would happen to a facade made of sidewalk? It ends up looking like the honeycomb of turd-harvesting bees. A turdcomb, if you will.
Don't get me wrong, International House is a great organization. I feel bad that they ended up in this lousy-ass building. It all started with this crazy reverend named A. Waldo Stevenson and his wife. They were out partying one night and happened upon a group of foreign students. They were amazed to find out that they were the first Americans to get to know them so they started holding balls-out parties every Friday night for foreign Philadelphia college students.
After eight years or so, Stevenson was able to get his Christian organization into the idea of buying a house for the parties at the old Potts Mansion at 3905 Spruce Street. This became the International Student House. It was a great meeting hall for international students where they could vent their frustration related to being surrounded by early 20th Century Americans all the time.
|Google Translate is the shit.|
Mind you, it was the late 60's. The shit they got offered made my ass look like a willow tree.
|Here's one from the firm Mitchell Giurgola, responsible for many of Philadelphia's ugliest buildings. So many.|
|Good thing they never picked this one.... ah shit.|
|Seriously, its brand new in this picture.|
|Keep trying, Tabby. Keep trying.|
|And the answah is... Its shit! BYE BYE!!|