Hardcore
“It occured to us that people dont seem to mind being f**cked over by Corporations, inspired by this situation we’ve been out ‘servicing’ Cars and Coca-Cola vending machines….
Whats the attraction you might ask? Well they ARE hard to resist, all big and red, hot on the outside but steely cold on the inside, and quiet with that little hummmmm that hints of good vibrations. Of course, they do just stand there and let you do all the work (typical)” Text and images from http://www.mydadsstripclub.com/more.htm
People Watching
Every Sunday, when no traffic is allowed to pass through one of the busiest shopping street in Tokyo, the deckchairs come out and the people kick back
Dinner with George
Have a romantic meal with George Clooney in Paris, Sydney, or in this case London at Madame Tussaud’s
“It is not for me to ponder what is happening to the “shape of the city,” even of the true city distracted and abstracted from the one I live in by the force of an element which is to my mind what air is supposed to be to life. Without regret, at this moment I see it change and even disappear. It slides, it burns, it sinks into the shudder of weeds along its barricades, into the dream of curtains in its bedrooms, where a man and woman indifferently continue making love”
from Nadja, Andre Breton
Anonymous strangers?
“For most of us, the city is the backdrop to our lives. Familiar and yet sometimes sinister, the streets are at ounce the site of social interaction and something darker, something more violent. But as cities grow they begin to resemble one another, becoming an ever expanding mass. What does this do to our sense of place, and our sense of ourselves? Do we connect to them in new ways? Do we live in an accumulated city, the collected memory of all the cities we have known? To live in the city, must we assume the position of the anonymous stranger?”
from Place, by tba.
Spaces in between
“Streets are the spaces left open between buildings… in great cities, spaces as well as places are designed and built, walking, witnessing, being in public are as much part of the purpose as is being inside to eat, sleep, make shoes or love or music. The word citizen has to do with cities, and the ideal city is organised around citizenship around participation in public life…”
from Wanderlust. A history of walking.
Pasting
Hey Michael, you can paste into the post if you click on the edit HTML button beside the compose button, to see what it will look like just click the preview button. I don’t know why this is
Loitering
“Occupancy is so different from passing through. Anywhere can start to feel like home if you stop there. It’s like if you stand in the street for too long, longer than usual, and not waiting for a bus or anything, you start to have such a different feeling, about what that space is. Normally you are walking on the way, it’s such a transit zone, but when you stop , something else happens…”
Taken from Occasional Sights- a London guidebook of missed opportunities and things that aren’t always there. by Anna Best
Hi platform 8 this will be brief as i am currently trying articulate my brief on intimacy in the city. So far I have come up with the idea of having 4 girls, two blondes one brunette and one red head… what do you think?
Thanks for the invite to join
Hi everybody & thanks for a great session yesterday! Could somebody please take a photograph of the wall in the seminar room and post it here (if the papers are still up, that is)?
And 1 comment:
The city is a different space and requires a different way of life. This requirement can be experienced as something negative even threatening as it uproots the more ‘natural’ ways of being. Or it can be seen as a chance to finally go beyond the ‘natural’ ways and expand human possibilities. Given the fact that the city is a reality (and we all like it to a certain degree) why not jump and try to increase the difference the city makes? – be ‘futuristic’?
[and why can’t I paste text into this editor?]
walking and looking
‘you walk for days among trees and among stones. rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognised that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger’s passage; a marsh announce a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. all the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are’
calvino: invisible cities
check this link
http://www.sleekmag.com/sitemap/is_07/bashi/4.html
Simone sneeks in the back door
hay there platform 8 hotties,
are you feeling intimate with me yet!?
I am now on your blog too (there was some inside dealing and underhand shaddy actions but i got out unscathed) and am just probably going to lurk. If you want me to come out from the background you will probably have to provoke me… but don’t worry I’ve a short fuse
“You live in modern apartments
Well I’ve even got scared once or twice
Last time I walked down your street
There were tears in my eyes
Well now these streets we all know
They help us cry when we’re alone late at night
Don’t you love them too?
Is that where you got your eyes?
Your world—it is beautiful
I’ll take the subway to your suburb sometimes
I’ll seek out the things that must’ve been magic to you little girl mind
Now as a little girl you must’ve been magic
I still get jealous of your old boyfriends in the suburbs sometimes
And when I walk down your street
There’ll probably be tears in my eyes”
Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers, Hospital
