Keith Williams (architect) - Selected Prizes For Completed Work

Selected Prizes For Completed Work

  • 2012 RIBA Downland Award, Kent Cultural Landscape Award, BCI Award (Shortlisted), Prime Minister's Better Building Award (Shortlisted)
  • 2010 Civic Trust Award, AIA UK Excellence in Design Award, Quadrennial Award for Practical Excellence in Design, LAMA National Impact Award, RIAI Highly Commended Project
  • 2009 RIBA European Award, RIAI Award Best Cultural Building, Irish Times Special Jury Award, Irish Times Special Jury Award for Wexford Opera House
  • 2008 Building Design (UK), Public Building Architect of the Year
  • 2008 Chicago Athenaeum International Architecture Prize, OPUS Architecture and Construction Award, RIBA Award
  • 2007 USITT Award, Copper in Architecture Award, RIAI Award Best House
  • 2006 Building Design (UK), Public Building Architect of the Year
  • 2006 RIBA Award : Unicorn Theatre, Chicago Athenaeum International Architecture Prize, RIAI Overseas Award, RIBA Award, Irish Concrete Society Overall Winner
  • 2005 RIAI Special Award Best Sustainable Project, 2005 RIBA European Award, OPUS Architecture and Construction Award, Lighting Design Award

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