The most important, the most evocative, the most sensational part of the MoMa construction project now underway (Diller Scofidio replacing two or three iterations of previous MoMa architecture) is the fact that one can now actually access the galleries in the old fashioned way, through the marvelous marble staircase. The elevators were very slow when I was, I think, the first MoMa intern in the film stills archive and then the photography archive, and I used to run up and down the stairs ferrying photos or memos, cutting through the galleries past Guernica and Demoiselles, Diane Arbus and the Italian designers. I miss the Johnson building the same way I miss the extraordinary curators who held sway at the time, John Szarkowski, Emilio Ambasz, William Rubin et al. This to me is the essence of the real MoMa, one that is now on display primarily through the extraordinary collection rather than the hodge podge of architecture.