Blitz Gardens Hoxton Street London 1973
Like showers of seeds scattered by hand, bombs fell at random in swathes as aircraft tracked across the night skies high above the old communities of east London in 1940 and 1941.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.
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Blitz Gardens Hoxton Street London 1973
Like showers of seeds scattered by hand, bombs fell at random in swathes as aircraft tracked across the night skies high above the old communities of east London in 1940 and 1941.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.
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Hoxton
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Blitz Gardens Hoxton Street London 1973
Like showers of seeds scattered by hand, bombs fell at random in swathes as aircraft tracked across the night skies high above the old communities of east London in 1940 and 1941.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.
Explosions punctured great voids in the dense urban fabric leaving a patchwork of preserved and ruined. Rubble was cleared, half standing buildings patched up, and slowly over time a mosaic of small infill buildings and impromptu gardens filled the voids.
In the early 70s this is how it remained with the scars of the destruction still manifest. Plastered and wallpapered bedroom walls still visible where rooms had been blown away. Swathes of fresh render covering the newly exposed. Half buildings and absent bits. Unexpected voids in the fabric like missing teeth in a smile.
Amazingly we have now visited the same random destruction on our own cities. But we did it without bombs. With theories arising from Le Corbusier’s City Radius and academia lines were drawn on paper and the fabric of our suburbs shredded just as if bombs were falling from above.
And from the comfort of offices we are still at it as the logic of growth trumps wisdom.