The pulse of civilization taken in cities and towns around the globe. Where the walls sing, stories ring, smells cling, and tricks are king. City-escapades and street follies.
Office Prison Symmetry
behind bars: office or prison?
Looking at it from the outside, I can’t help seeing bars in the symmetry that comes with the sterile and institutional blueprints of office buildings around the world. see more
when Night slays Day, we stand in its way
…the last fire in the sky ebbs into paler shades of orange and yellow, before wandering west on the spectrum towards far colors like indigo. Meanwhile, on earth’s surface, civilization flips the switch to side with the day, and bulbs drip into the evanescent stream of hues like florescent droplets… see more
allures of the dark side
...for the daring nocturnal creatures among us there is a deserted, silent world waiting after hours; and like moths we flutter towards its discoveries, wherever a speck of light flecks the darkness. see more
From Medellin to La Paz to Rio, the hills bled bricks. The street art wasn’t born there, [...] urbane installations mixed with flamboyant Pacha Mama spirituality that formed a fairly tame and countenanced link between dyed colonialist old towns and glassy capitalist new towns.
Upon finding a “new” world, they just dumped there what they knew. As though the world had needed another Europe out of all things. And when they looked at their replica, they called Granada “Granada” because it looked like the other Granada.
From across the pond a child had dreamt what are memories now. What the books and films and songs had suggested was all true – the cities were as vast as they were tall and their lights always a million more than fathomable, and all the expected unusual cars were parked in all the right alleys.
Plenty of intersections there. Was intersected with is, suits with sweats, metro lines with desire lines. Order, yes, but little messes and happenstances couldn’t be denied. Some urban savagery, a great many bulbs.
glimpse: BLUE SKY | Drained of its natural blue, the sky over Beijing hasn’t looked like itself for years. The notorious smog is a pale witness to the world’s largest carbon emissions. Long established factories for the world, China’s metropolises hardly get to catch their breath; the less so now that the hungry domestic middleclass is just getting comfortable at the consumerist table. It’s fair enough – the West has feasted for ages, all the while belching out CO2; let India, Brazil and China have their turn! But alas, doctor’s orders are a green diet. For everybody. Right now. And, foregoing its turn at pollution, China has become one of the front runners in role modeling for renewable energy: phasing out coal mines, challenging individuals and corporations by implementing strict regulations, and blowing away the smog with more wind energy than any other country.
glimpse: EVERY OTHER DAY | When your everyday train only runs every other day, when the spotty schedule is connected by no more than a rough guideline, when there is no shortage of long delays, when the central train station is filled with emptiness, then you might be in Cuba.
glimpse: BLUR | Keeping their demons at bay and the vague distance distant, they find comfort in the blur. The blur of not knowing. Not knowing what’s ahead. Ahead of them, of us, of tomorrow. Tomorrow’s tomorrow might be a turn, a junction, a future, a chance for chances. Chances are, it’s gonna rain, rain rain or rays, or both. Both freedom and opportunity make for a copious harvest here. Here is the now, now focused.
Paris / France · 2015 blue roofs
Bo-Kaap, Cape Town / South Africa · 2017 bird house
Cape Flats, Cape Town / South Africa · 2017 laundry day
Portland / USA · 2019 purple night
New York / Dream Arrival: Jamming Untamed Imagination into Tight Realities
a story of a dream coming truer and a city that was smaller the second time around
...there was certainly something endearing in that city coming down to earth from its pedestal... explore
The Street Around the Corner
tripping over nothing in everyday streets
Not imposing any art on them or desperately extrapolating some moxie that isn’t there, I strip their description down to only one statement and this is final: these are streets. see more
Barcelona / Revolution in the Air, But Where?
people carry on ordinarily while the political stage is in flames
...yet, between these societal lines, where the quintessence of our life as human beings dwells, our situation remains largely the same, despite political turmoil... explore