These reflections on Aldo Rossi are written in New York, in a room whose window looks out to a cityscape much like one of Rossi’s paintings. On the other side of the glass is a place’of vitality, humor and mystery—a place near to the spirit of Rossi’s work. Close up, the texture of an old, working city is in minute focus, full of juxtapositions and accidental perspectives. Bold shapes stand out in the middle distance. Oddly powerful forms, they are full of meaning but never clearly decipherable: church towers; skyscrapers crowned with spires and pyramids; illuminated clocks; coneshaped rooftop water tanks; domes, pediments and smokestacks. Beyond are the steel webs of suspension bridges and, dimly seen through cloud and mist, the navigation lights in the harbor. These figures happen to occur in the view from one New York window. In universalized and abstracted form, they are also constant presences within the mind of AIdo Rossi. These reflections on Aldo Rossi are written in New York, in a room whose window looks out to a cityscape much like one of Rossi’s paintings. On the other side of the glass is a place’ of vitality, humor and mystery—a place near to The spirit of Rossi’s work. Close up, the texture of an old, working city is in minute focus, full of juxtapositions and accidental perspectives. Bold shapes stand out in the middle distance. Oddly powerful forms, they are full of meaning but never clearly Decipherable: church towers; skyscrapers crowned with spires and pyramids; illuminated clocks; coneshaped rooftop water tanks; domes, pediments and smokestacks. Beyond are the steel webs of suspension bridges and, dimly seen through cloud and mist, the navigation lights in the harbor. These figures happen to occur in the view from one New York window. In universalized and abstracted form, they are also constant presences within the mind of AIdo Rossi.