Office landscaping is about docile labour – limited.

Jérôme Bosch, Le Jardin des Délices, ca. 1510-1515

“The windows seem a long way away-perhaps 100 feet-but sunlight can still be seen in the trees and on the roofs of the factory sheds outside. Desks, furniture and equipment are disposed, apparently at random, amid portable acoustic screens and tub plants. We begin to notice that there are many more people working in the office than we first thought. […] Actually, the noise level is surprisingly low : this is mainly due to the use of absorbent material in the ceiling and impact-absorbing carpet on the floor, but is also connected with the psychological factor that carpenting seems to be associated in people’s minds with comfort, perhaps even with home, so they behave more gently, less exuberantly, on it. In this office, no one is shouting; even the telephones have lost their strident ring. The typists are grouped in a far corner, almost hidden behind screens and foliage. […] This, then, is what a “landscaped” office is like. Within a large serviced area, the disposition of groups and equipment need not be governed by building shape, or by preconceived ideas such as straight lines of desks-only by working relationships and working needs. The problems of privacy and loss of status and individuality, and the physical problems of noise and distraction inherent in the open plan, have been solved by careful planning and simple devices such as carpets and moveable screens.” Frank Duffy, Office Landscaping, 1966

Frank Duffy, Office Landscaping, 1966

“Quoi qu’il en soit, Gargantua invente joliment la “Beauce” pour désigner le seul paysage, d’ailleurs récent […], qu’apprécie l’homme occidental, un pays défriché, apprivoisé, un pays paisible, un pays sage, bref un paysage… Mais le mot tarde à s’imposer. Montaigne en disposera, quelques décennies plus tard.” Alain Roger, Court traité sur le paysage, 1997

Fritz Lang, Metropolis, 1927

“On leur a assuré que l’oeil de la divinité est posé sur eux, scrutateur, oui, presque angoissé, que tout le théâtre du monde est construit autour d’eux afin qu’eux, les agissants, puissent faire leurs preuves dans leurs rôles grands ou petits. Que diraient les miens s’ils apprenaient de moi qu’ils se trouvent sur un petit amas de pierres qui, tournant à l’infini dans l’espace vide, se meut autour d’un autre astre, petit amas parmi beaucoup d’autres, passablement insignifiant de surcroît. À quoi serait encore utile ou bonne alors, une telle patience, une telle acceptation de leur misère ?” Bertolt Brecht, La Vie de Galilée, 1938-1939