One of the most startlingly perceptive books I've ever read. The haptic world as experienced within the completely overlooked, misunderstood (and utterly relevant) boundaries of peripheral vision. Pallasmaa writes so articulately, the expression 'masterpiece' is, for once, entirely deserved. One that leaves my jaw wide open every time I go back to it, which is often, because the beauty and skilfulness in his observations and philosophy staggers me. Pallasmaa seems to find exactly the right balance -- he tends to sway towards a nostalgia, a hankering after the way things once were, but he never loses his grip on the 'now', providing the solutions to counter the mind-numbing, dumbing-down of the senses that today's plethora of mediocre architecture inflicts upon us -- built for the masses and enjoyed by none. The Eyes of the Skin is the antidote to that unexplainable malaise, brought about by time spent in shopping centres, hotels, leisure centres, airports, hospitals, etc, etc. It's positively brimming with optimism for new ways of experiencing and defining our civic buildings, and the built world as a whole. This would make an interesting reading companion to John Berger's 'Ways of Seeing'.