[Cross blogged for Leland Quarterly]
In the course of human history, there are individuals who, from time to time, rise above the dirt and grime of ordinary humanity and transcend our mortal lives, become immortalized as shining paragons of all that is commendable about our species. These are the titans of their age, giants nonpareil whose names are writ in the tome of history indelibly.
As the Histrionic Historiographer, I have been silent for many weeks. But that is because I have been waiting. Watching. Observing. And now, the time for apotheosis has come.
This quarter has given us one of these aforementioned titans, one of these names that will haunt the halls of Stanford University forever, enshrined with the likes of Jordan, Branner, Elway, Tresidder, Plunkett, Hoover, even young Leland Jr. himself. This quarter, we have seen greatness. This quarter, we have seen Luck.
Luck was born in 1989 to Kathy and Oliver Luck, the latter a former NFL quarterback for the Houston Oilers. The young Luck spent much of his childhood in England and Germany playing football (that sport with the black-and-white ball and the ridiculous haircuts) before returning to Texas, where he—you know what, I’m tired of dancing around it. Let’s cut to the point:
Andrew Luck is the best fucking architect ever.
It’s not even a competition. I mean, there have been some great architects, don’t get me wrong. When you look at the forward motion that Frank Gehry can create or the changes that Walter Gropius brought to the game, well, those are phenomenal advances that revolutionized the industry. But no one—no one—architects like Andrew Luck.
Luck is the full package. He can draft, he can model, he can analyze. He has an extensive knowledge of complex building codes and is adept at reading local planning and zoning laws to ensure he constructs the best possible building for that specific location. And the man can build like no one I’ve ever seen. Houses, office buildings, stadiums, dams, Russian palaces, pyramids, synagogues—you name it, Andrew Luck knows how to design, orchestrate, and execute it in the field.
Just by numbers alone, Luck stands out. He’s designed over eighty different buildings during his time at Stanford, and built models of another seven. This is especially remarkable when you consider that Luck’s only been an architecture major for three years—he spent his freshman year on the Farm undeclared. In just three years, Luck has managed to break almost every architecture record the department keeps, and consistently turns in quality buildings when the pressure and odds seem insurmountable.
But it’s more than numbers. Luck is the only architect to ever master both Trojan and Irish architectural styles—in fact, on a recent class trip to Los Angeles, Luck was able to revitalize the aging Memorial Coliseum, replacing it with a wide open thoroughfare from end to end, a radical redesign that was greeted with huge industry fanfare. Luck not only does the final design work on each of his buildings, but is involved with the planning from the beginning, often deviating from professors’ prompts if he sees a better way to build.
Whatever firm acquires Luck next year is in for a marquee architect, one who has the potential to make a huge impact from his very first day through the door. Luck’s talents are unique, his intelligence unrivaled, and his ability to integrate sustainable design practices while creating a building that is not only functional but also aesthetically appealing is simply incredible. Someone should give him a trophy.
Finally, a look at some rhetoric from around the internet:
- Heisman or not, Luck’s legacy at Stanford sealed among school’s greatest athletes, ambassadors—yet has never once sunk to bomphiologia
- Fiesta Bowl has makings of a classic—all these rhetorical terms come from the classics, after all
- Andrew Luck wins Johnny Unitas award—for the best quarterback in the nation, just like Toby Gerhart won the Doak Walker award for best running back in the nation in 2009
- Stanford QB Luck: I’m ‘absolutely’ prepared to try the NFL—well, damn
- Salon’s Sexiest Men of 2011—number 12 is number 13