Stair
I love back alleys of shopping strips. The bits behind the artfully painted and composed high street facades. The bits that are done out of sight without pretence and fashion. Constantly changing accumulations of forms, colours, bins, boxes, junk, signs, doors, meters and everything else that is needed to feed the facade.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
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Carnegie
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Stair
I love back alleys of shopping strips. The bits behind the artfully painted and composed high street facades. The bits that are done out of sight without pretence and fashion. Constantly changing accumulations of forms, colours, bins, boxes, junk, signs, doors, meters and everything else that is needed to feed the facade.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
Ref:
Carnegie
Date:
Location:
Photographer:
THOUGHT
Stair
I love back alleys of shopping strips. The bits behind the artfully painted and composed high street facades. The bits that are done out of sight without pretence and fashion. Constantly changing accumulations of forms, colours, bins, boxes, junk, signs, doors, meters and everything else that is needed to feed the facade.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
Bits and pieces assembled at random to fix immediate problems as cheap as possible. But what amazing energy they have in their uncensored kaleidoscope. They are the closest we have to the old villages and towns of native cultures with their honesty and directness.
In design school we are taught to be designers, supposedly learning the nuts and bolts of conceiving and assemblage. But across the world design schools are places of prejudice. Places to learn too pre-judge. To divide reality into that which conforms to the chosen world view and that which is beneath it. What doesn’t fit is ignored.
And from this arises that global juggernaut of trendsetters, taste and fashion that filters down into the magazine racks of every local newsagent. It’s so complete and pervasive it’s hijacked our ability to see.
I love this picture.
