Now more than ever, the profession is in danger of becoming a supine and marginalised freemasonry, with architects reduced to the status of obliging set dressers to politicians, potentates and carpetbaggers. The dolce vita excess of the Noughties was a smirking triumph of style over content, a false featherbedding that has been abruptly stripped away. So what now?

Catherine Slessor, Editor