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Andrés Duany and Others on the Legacy of Léon Krier

Our civilization has lost both a pillar and a buttress—one a brave, brilliant uncompromising, architect-Krier; the other a warm, funny, generous, friend and mentor Leo.

Krier’s fate was to deflect the course of western culture. His legacy and strategy are now imperishable in the archives at Notre Dame. Now built, Poundbury has proven triumphant over its critics. The CNU has held its thirty-third Congress, thrice those of its CIAM nemesis. And finally, Krier’s epic struggle with the genius of Le Corbusier is ready for publication.

Leo then confronts a stage-four diagnosis and the dismal twilight of the clinic.

Krier and Leo know they have done enough. They climb the stone precipice that is Palma Cathedral, pausing at the summit, there to salute the wine-dark sea.

—Andres Duany

La Cathedral de Palma de Mallorca, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Léon Krier was a character. He dressed like an impresario, wrote like a pamphleteer, and drew like an angel. He happily stoked public controversy. His most famous bon mot was, “I’m an architect, because I don’t build.” But he did build. The three buildings that I’ve seen of his—his own house, a town hall, and an auditorium—have a quality that seems to have eluded most of his traditional-minded contemporaries: originality. He was a classicist, but not a revivalist. He was original, too, in his thinking about town planning, to use an old-fashioned term he would have liked. To Krier, the principles of sound urban design were all known long ago and didn’t need to be reinvented; the great challenge was how to accommodate the automobile. His solution was not to banish cars to the periphery, or to separate them from pedestrians, but to pragmatically insinuate them into the plan: under buildings, in buildings, beside buildings, on the street, and in ad-hoc car parks that were really squares. In a Krier plan such as Poundbury, the street plan appears at first picturesque and chaotic, but this is done with a singular purpose. The person on foot is king; the person behind the wheel is the interloper. From Witold Rybczynski On Culture and Architecture

Leo and Irene, June 2025, courtesy of the author.

 

I never met Léon Krier, but I studied under his brother Rob, who spoke of him often. Back then, I was a young architect deeply committed to modernism, and their devotion to traditional urbanism felt like a step backward. It took me years to understand just how much of the mess we made in our cities after World War II came from the core ideas of modern design. While I still keep some distance from purely nostalgic architecture, I’ve come to appreciate the timeless way of building cities that the Kriers stood for.

Léon wasn’t just a critic—he was a rebel with a vision. At a time when car-centric sprawl was taken for granted, he pushed for something radically more human: walkable neighborhoods, lively public squares, and buildings that felt rooted and real. He forced us to ask hard questions: What kind of places do we want to live in? What kind of society are we building, one street at a time? His writing was sharp but also charming, like a tough mentor who knew how to inspire. And he didn’t just talk, he built. Places like Poundbury and Ciudad Cayalá aren’t flawless, but they’re living proof that another kind of city is possible. —Gerhard W. Mayer

We’re called to mourn and remember Léon Krier (1946–2025), the great architect and urbanist who was “godfather” to the movement for restoring artistry, beauty, and decorum to an everyday world much debased by the idiocies of various modern-isms, and by the fiasco of suburban sprawl. Leo passed away last week at 79. I knew him somewhat, having spent time with him at conferences and in cafes, and corresponding with him over the years. He was a gallant, humorous, and supremely talented fellow who brought much light into an increasingly darkened world.

He is perhaps best-known for designing the project known as Poundbury in Britain, sponsored by Prince Charles (now King Charles III). Poundbury was intended to demonstrate that traditional urban design will produce places worthy of our affection, as opposed to the spiritually annihilating environments of strip malls, “housing developments,” and skyscraper city centers that became the norm after 1950.

Though he worked for King Charles on the Poundbury project, Leo dissociated himself from the “Globalist”/Woke agenda years ago, which he regarded as the political expression of the despotic modern-isms cultivated in the graduate schools and promoted by the money-chasing architectural firms.

The reform movement Leo heralded became the New Urbanism movement in America, a very potent force, since the 1990s, for rectifying the mutilated human habitat all over our country. Alas, in the past decade, the New Urbanists succumbed to Woke idiocy and, even more catastrophically, their model of the “walkable community” has become conflated with the Globalist “Fifteen-Minute City,” based on surveillance and control of the population. I hope they can work that out.

Leo was also beloved for the books he wrote and the wonderfully witty diagrams he drew to graphically communicate ideas about architecture and urban design that are hard to convey with mere words. For instance:

 

Get the picture(s)? I also highly recommend Leon Krier’s excellent book The Architecture of Community for a compressive study of his work. Though born in Luxembourg, he wrote in English more eloquently (and wittily) than most Anglos.

I leave you with a shot of another marvelous project designed by Leo: the Cayala district outside Guatemala City, a project completed more recently than Poundbury. As always with Leo, the picture says much more than mere words about the man and his art. —James Howard Kuntsler


To spend time with Leon Krier was to touch genius and to hope that some of it would rub off on you. Sitting across from him in Knokke, Belgium, co-drawing the plan for the new village of Heulebrug, remains a singular highlight of my career. But my favorite Léon memory is when I showed him a photograph of the (modern) house I had just built in Washington, D.C. He laughed warmly, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, “Good GOD, man, what on EARTH did you do THAT for?”                 
Jeff Speck

Krier self-protrait, 1975.

Featured image courtesy of the author.

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