7:45 am. Arrive at office. Stand outside feeling stupid – brought wrong keys. Walk in to the city while I wait for colleagues to arrive. Coffee. Sunshine. Crisp morning air. Long shadows. Earth from the air exhibition on Victoria Square.
I learnt that: the rapid prototyped versions (carved from plastic) of the photographs on display are often more interesting than the originals, a small section of the corten steel on Anthony Gormley’s Iron Man sculpture has been worn smooth by passing fingers, the circular housing developments in Copenhagen seem to make some of the same mistakes that the British Radburn planning system did in the 50’s, and one of the reasons I love the city is that only an urban environment could deliver such rich layers of…stuff.
For example, where else might you find a vista that includes waste, art, moving images, the industrial aesthetic and Corinthian column capitals?
