There is something ethereal about empty parking garages at night. Alone with acres of concrete and the flickering green of the overhead fluorescents, these monolithic tombs of our automotive cultural identity become surreal landscapes of proportion, scale and symmetry. The most efficient parking structures have proven to look nothing like the ones we build here in America, and yet with all our desire to increase traffic volume and fit more suv's per square foot we continue to make these monstrous, multi-leveled ziggurats in the fashion of our own rather lazy western notions of space and urban planning. And as utilitarian and stripped-away of excess in order to be as cost-effective as possible as they are, their vastness and blandness turns into a gorgeous arrangement of contrasts and forms which gives way to some really beautiful photography. When the cars have all gone home the purpose of their existence seems to fall into question and it allows you to re-contextualize their form and see the beautiful landscape we build within our own cities.
2 comments:
hmm, that first one looks familiar... ;) and you're going all philosophical on us. i like it.
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