ABSTRACT
Once the real party is over, the afterparty appears as a kind of lower level by-product a shadow, echo, aftershock or some other form tethered to what preceded it. In this sense, this chapter believes that today architecture is in productive disarray; afterparty is an attempt to collapse the primitive with the parametric in order to enfranchise another kind of space. The afterparty uses and abuses each of these genres on and with the others. The afterparty YAP Pavilion is perhaps more natural and sincere in its awkwardness and artifice. The chapter argues that afterparty is what it is, but that depends upon how one defines what the meaning of the word 'is' is a take, perhaps, on the literalism of Judd or Morris. In the office, afterparty became a sort of monument of ambivalence and ambiguity for a generation that absorbs processes and digests both the new and the natural at an exponentially accelerating pace.
