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Architecture without Architects

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Bernard Rudofsky
Bernard Rudofsky

Bernard Rudofsky, born on April 13, 1905, was a prominent American writer known for his work on urban planning and design. His writings critically examined the issues of modern urban life, and he is renowned for his unique perspective and incisive writing. Rudofsky's work has had a profound impact on the fields of urban planning, architecture, and design. more

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