Twenty-five years ago, when I moved to Paris to continue my studies, the late Kasra Vafadari introduced me to one of the first cultural spaces I became familiar with—an association called “Farhang-e Iran” (Culture of Iran). Founded by a group of Iranophiles, this organization held at least one cultural or lecture event each month. At the time, it was a vibrant hub for intellectual and cultural discussions, drawing many prominent scholars and artists. Every time I attended its events; I found immense value in meeting these individuals and engaging in thought-provoking conversations.
Among the frequent attendees were Homa Nategh (historian of contemporary Iran), Mehrangiz Dolatshahi, Jamshid Behnam (sociologist), Houshang Etezad (architect and urban planner), Shahrokh Maskoub (writer and critic), Farrokh Ghaffari (filmmaker), Ghasem Talebzadeh (musician), Hamid Jahanbani, Abtin Sasanfar, and Mahmoud Haerizadeh (architect). Each of them was a well-respected figure in their respective fields, deeply knowledgeable about Iran’s culture and history. From what I observed during our gatherings, they were all profoundly dedicated to Iran and carried themselves with great integrity. I always listened intently to their discussions, gaining valuable insights. Naturally, like anyone, they may have had their own limitations in political or professional analyses, but overall, they were highly skilled and commendable individuals.
For years, I made it a point never to miss these gatherings, which took place at least once a month on Fridays. My consistent attendance allowed me to form closer connections with some of these individuals, leading to lasting friendships. Time passed quickly, and today, most of them are no longer with us. Yet, their memory remains alive in my heart. This feeling was particularly poignant when, on the 5th of Bahman 1403 (January 25, 2025), Mahmoud Haerizadeh passed away at the age of 87.
Mr. Haerizadeh pursued his architectural education at the renowned École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris, proudly displaying his diploma in a large frame in his Iran apartment. With extensive experience in architecture and urban planning, he had built an impressive career. However, rather than delving into an analysis of his work—something best left to experts—I wish to highlight a more personal aspect of his life.
What set him apart, in my view, was his unwavering passion for Iran, despite having spent many years in France. This deep connection meant that our encounters were not limited to Paris; we also had the chance to meet during his visits to Iran, particularly in Tehran and Yazd. Our time in Yazd was especially memorable, as we both shared a profound bond with the city. He was eager to contribute to Yazd’s architectural development and, as far as I know, played a role in designing projects, including work for a university branch in Meybod.
His Tehran apartment functioned as a hub for young architects and enthusiasts, a space where ideas were exchanged freely. Over the years, what stood out to me most about him was his dedication to mentoring others, particularly the younger generation. He didn’t just practice architecture—he actively shared his knowledge, encouraged discussion, and supported those interested in the field.
He also had strong ties with the Parsis of India, and one of his closest associates came from that community. This connection fostered a deep appreciation for the Markar Complex in Yazd. During one of our visits to Yazd, we spent hours walking through the Markar grounds, discussing its history and significance.
On another occasion, during a trip to Iran, he hosted a gathering at his home, graciously inviting me to explain the ceremonial spread of a festival he had arranged.
News of his passing stirred memories of our time together, as well as the Farhang-e Iran Association and the inspiring individuals I had the honor of knowing.
May his memory be cherished.
