The last time I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Art, I scored what once would have been a presidential parking place: a spot on 24th Street directly at the end of the sidewalk leading up to the grand, neoclassic entryway, complete with steps, columns and an imposing portico.
But I didn't gloat. Even as I pulled in, I was well aware that the door near my parking spot hasn't been used much since the museum's 1970s addition by Kenzo Tange, which included a new entry along 3rd Avenue South, making my supposedly primo spot about as valuable as a Rembrandt downloaded off the Internet.
It was not a complete loss, however. While making the block-long walk to the museum's other door, which is near the parking ramp that is behind the building, I had yet another chance to ponder how we have become a back-door society. From the Art Institute to the American Swedish Institute, from Temple Israel to the St. Paul Cathedral, buildings that once proudly flaunted their elaborate front entrances now have little, if any, use for them.
Disclaimer: The annual Crashed Ice skating-race-cum-insanity that uses the front steps of the cathedral as a launching platform doesn't count.
Even at home, back doors rule. Most houses have a coat closet near the front door, which would be really handy if we ever used the front door for anything other than picking up the newspaper off the steps. But the garage is accessed through the back door, so that's the one we use.
It's not the garage that's the problem; it's the cars that necessitate them. Buildings were laid out to accentuate their aesthetics as we approached them. Then along came the car, and all bets were off. Instead of artistry, we valued functionality. We wanted a place to park our cars, and once we did so, we wanted a shortcut into the building. It didn't have to be fancy — in fact, most of them are not — it just had to be handy.
And, thus, the back door became the front door. Or at least it became the entrance that most people use, which pretty much means the same thing.
While undoubtedly more practical, parking lot-abutting back doors will never have the same panache as the elegant entrances they're replacing. Imagine the classic scene in "Rocky," except instead of racing up the magnificent stairway to the bold facade of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Sylvester Stallone had jogged across an expanse of blacktop leading to a revolving door. Cut!