It may only be my nostalgia for the place, but there is a strong gravity here. Watching it is something kin to Patrick Keiller's Robinson films but perhaps answering his detachment and sage madman narrative.
I'm one of the millions who've burnt weeks walking through it with headphones on, watching it, thinking against it mostly, as against a wall.
I am especially fond of the upward pans, when the people and lights are left below and all that's left is the sculpted concrete. It's the substrate of the place, partially or mostly hidden on ground level. It's the particular feeling of that point in a walk when you glance away from the street or wander accidentally into an unbuilt or empty or rebuilding area and feel the jolt of a fall, away from all the stimulation of people and design back into yourself to wipe your nose and tally up the blocks between this corner and one with food you can afford.
It may only be my nostalgia for the place, but there is a strong gravity here. Watching it is something kin to Patrick Keiller's Robinson films but perhaps answering his detachment and sage madman narrative.
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I am especially fond of the upward pans, when the people and lights are left below and all that's left is the sculpted concrete. It's the substrate of the place, partially or mostly hidden on ground level. It's the particular feeling of that point in a walk when you glance away from the street or wander accidentally into an unbuilt or empty or rebuilding area and feel the jolt of a fall, away from all the stimulation of people and design back into yourself to wipe your nose and tally up the blocks between this corner and one with food you can afford.
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