To that end, let's start with the name. In 2010, Rudolph, feeling the aftershocks the economic crisis and dubious of the future of the profession, and Johnson, working full-time at Bestor Architecture, decided to collaborate on a submission to the "ARCH IS _____" competition hosted by the AIA's Los Angeles chapter. The brief asked emerging designers to fill in the blank on the state of architecture in LA. The pair's submittal was a mix of earlier partnerships and over-the-top scenarios that bordered on farce — a commentary on the sinking market for architecture and the rise of high-minded formalism. "Design, Bitches", then, is not a proper firm name or even a feminist self-descriptor, it's the response to the AIA's call.
Architecture is what? It's design, bitches.
That comma is everything. It's the pivot point in Johnson and Rudolph's practice where things come together. "Design is about bringing together this and that," explains Johnson. "Who's to say that pop culture is not as inspiring as Derrida?"
Serious is the antithesis of Design, Bitches' philosophy. If they are serious about anything it is an ethos that finds humour in the everyday. Johnson and Rudolph are both SCI-Arc grads and both are licensed architects, but don't hold the discipline sacred. For the exhibition Come In! Les Femmes, staged last summer at the A + D Museum in Los Angeles, they produced Masters of Architecture in collaboration with photographer Meiko Takechi Arquillos. A series of black and white photographs that, in Cindy Sherman-like fashion, recreate the iconic poses of architectural history.
The studio's work is rich with references, close to what Charles Jencks calls an "ersatz eclecticism"