Interanea 1: The Insides Of A Building

I’m playing with the idea that I shall extend my Manhattan Project. When I first came to New York, I was fascinated by Feininger’s idea that, in order to find beauty in Manhattan, you have to move far away and make photographs from a distance, so as to eliminate the clutter. For me, some of his best long distance cityscapes somehow better capture the essence of the place than the street photography by Winogrand, and others. However, my thought was that I wanted to turn things around: eliminate the clutter by moving very close, rather than far away.

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By now I feel as if every bit of concrete on the streets of the city is my personal friend. Time to move on. However, I’m still fascinated by how people leave their mark in the ever changing, stony face of the city. In that sense, it seems obvious to record the fleeting surfaces of the vertical sphere as well – houses that are still growing (as in: being built), and the temporary life of builders and designers inside of them.

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I wonder how difficult it must be to achieve that – to make your mark as an architect – in the sea of concrete that is Manhattan. A project that immediately interested me is “The Dillon,” designed by Smith-Miller + Hawkinson Architects LLP. You can have a look at it here. They were very kind and gave me access to the site. I came back with half a dozen early sketches that serve my own purposes, two of which you see here, with more to follow. Many thanks also to Building Connexions, who initiated the contact and who will be featuring my Manhattan movie on their site once it goes live in a couple of weeks. More on them then.

Melting Ice Caps Aside

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32 degrees Celsius in Manhattan yesterday, 13 degrees today. Which reminded me.

Recently I talked to the wife of an American billionaire, at a reception they gave. While they enjoy their life at the West Coast, she insists that they rent a place in Manhattan every summer, to get a cultural refill.

But what about the terrible heat, I asked.

Why do you bother, she replied: “It’s all air conditioned, isn’t it?”

I still can’t get over the almost Warholian genius in her remark. America, I love you.

If You Ever Thought Of Someone That He Sucks As An Artist, Wait Until He Becomes A Politician

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I often wondered what it is about the mix of art and politics, what attracts certain characters to a life between these spheres. An awkward combination of insecurity and megalomania? A desire to create one’s own world in contrast to the one that rejected you? Or plain failure to make a living in the daily grind of a nine to five setting? Here’s an interesting read on someone who tried his luck with varying success: “Hitler’s art attracts big sale prices,” via CNN.