Sunday 28 January 2007

on heterotopia's edge

(unfinished, again)
penderyn way

a patch in the fabric, the street branches from a sleepy neighbourhood road, curves like a wall, presenting a driveway and a funny looking landscape solution for a sidewalk bridging the level changes.
the front elevations on both sides turn to the street, creating a sterile clean parking and three trees. what is it that made the planner forget about its surroundings? materiality, scale. tufnell park streets are full of three and four stories big old family houses converted to apartments.
back gardens turn outside. a take off on terrace houses, including the shift in level between every two units, could have been done as prefab.



an ad:

1 reception room, 1 bathroom- weekly rental of £450
A superb three storey, four double bedroom townhouse, newly refurbished to a contemporary style and offering spacious versatile living. Situated off Carleton Road, the property offers convenient access to all local shopping and transport facilities. Ideal for professional sharers or a family. Furnished.

an element

how come it's so cheap?
old (80's?) council houses, now part of them are privetly held after the borough sold to those who could afford it in good conditions.
continouos walk
scale
over looking
shadows hit the face

a series

the secret of this place lies behind the east side gardens. this is outside heterotopia.
holloway prison is just over the fence. an ivy between me and the outlaws.
now it seems to be a double buffer, another layer of prison's wall. no cameras, but with so many windows looking into the street ther's no need of cctv here. controlable space.

with kids playing

back side with rear gardens

plan, long sec, rear elev



where

Sunday 21 January 2007

on the relevance of community

(unfinished, and to be re-phrased)
maiden lane

immigrate, run away from this nowhere you grew up in to the big city. get to meet this diverse mass of strangers. with some you might even make friends or enemies, yet most of them will remain anonymous. never meet your neighbours. blank words to a person you won't see again.
did you come here to live in this hypothetical togetherness? did those who were born here, and those before them made friends just for the joy of sitting in eachother's living rooms?

is there still a sense of belonging to a group, wider than your cellular family? is there a red cheeked healthy family left?
there must have been a point to that somewhere in the past. empowering.
neighbourhood, before becoming '
da hood' had that idea of people, given the chance, can save themselves.


bringing us together under the protecting frame of uniformity, we were given a reasonable priced, well detailed yet badly maintained , compact flat in a set out of open spaces. new streets to walk, new plazas to play in. more hard than soft surfaces. got a club (what do you do there?) and a playground. and a strip of lawn for the dogs. i don't socialize with my kind. i aspire for more than that.


everybody has a small dish next on this wall. each and every one is a sattelite circling around channel 4 studios, watching people living together. the streets are empty, other than those hoodies with the amstaff watched by cctv.
the city fabric along agar grove is a lattice work of pockets. segragated communities in the way gates were placed to prevent their inhabitants to escape from where they were positioned.
this is not the city, this is its back brought forward.



where
by whom
link
another link
self assessment
self contempt

on city dwelling and repetition

(unfinished)
alexandra road

how to make a home.
mass. repetitious. crescent like form makes it endless, impossible to see one end from another
terraces, in section, do accumulate into just another one in a row when you replicate it continuously. the multitude becomes an object in its own scale. '-where do you live? -there, in the estate.'



although life can go through the paths, vehicles separated from pedestrians, the city life is left out side. why should anyone wonder in it if there's nothing to do other than entering or leaving one of the flats?
does it create a sense of identity? is there a common feeling of belonging to a community in this unity?
the taste of bare concrete, cheap and fast technology. brutal thinking. was the blue colour of the pipe handrails an original pick of palette?
cameras in the public realm are the privilege of the rich and the misfortune of the poor.
in the back part of the northern side runs an east-west rail line, takes a curve to the south towards euston station on the other side of regent's park. probably taking commuters from their cuddly home to work.
is high density living better than suburban spread?
alexandra road project is like a pier, a disappointed bridge as stephen dedalus put it (Ulysses, Joyce)
this sad place between elsewhere and home.

where
by whom
link
another link
more pics
http://disappointedbridge.blogspot.com/