10/04/12 2:14pm

On Thursday, September 27, Elastic City hosted Off Center, a walk through Lincoln Center by choreographer Adam Weinert, who questioned the effects of the privatization of public space. This walk, organized by Elastic City director Todd Shalom, started at Dante Park, where Weinert gave a brief history of Lincoln Center to the nine participants. We then proceeded to the first stop: The David H. Koch Theater. At Weinert’s request, we each discussed our personal connections to Lincoln Center. He also questioned the way in which the name change of the Koch Theater (formerly the New York State Theater) might affect one’s relationship with the Theater. Some participants voiced a slight disconnect to the Theater as a result of the change. To be honest, I hadn’t given this much thought before the walk. But I agree with a point Weinert made: The New York State Theater has a kind of universality, an “everyone-is-invited” ring that the private name lacks. Next, we performed the first exercise: touching the fountain while closing our eyes. For me, it was an experience of public space on a personal level.

Before continuing, Weinert posed the question, “Which public does this serve?” We turned left behind the Koch Theater and onto 62nd  Street, headed north on Amsterdam, and walked behind the New York Public Library, through the parking garage, subway, and eventually up through the escalator and back to the courtyard with the fountain. We made this loop twice. Weinert’s question was particularly relevant that evening, where, as walk participants noted, the courtyard teemed with theater patrons in formal wear. This made the space more private for me, as if I were encroaching on a stranger’s party. Although the courtyard seemed to belong to that evening’s audience, I knew the space to be””by definition””public.

That first turn behind the Koch Theater heightened my awareness of the spectacle that can be Lincoln Center itself. As soon as I saw crew members and a sign for Public Parking, I felt as if I were doing exactly what Weinert cited of the Center’s history: “looking up the skirts,” seeing the underside. Neither better nor worse, this latter view is just more concealed.

The final stop was the seating area outside the NYPL for the Performing Arts, where Weinert guided us in movement exercises. First, we formed a circle and performed movements meant to engage with one’s body: touching as much surface area as possible, rolling and circling the arms and shoulders.

Next came a partnered exercise. We grasped arms with a partner while keeping our eyes closed. Moving away from one’s partner and reconnecting in the original arm grasp required an intuitive awareness of the partner. As Weinert directed, each movement was meant to become bigger and increase the pathway that one took back to the partner.

While two couples practiced, I noticed a man who stopped to watch, even instructing his daughter to do the same by pointing at us. The occurrence of movement in public space lends a degree of credibility to that activity. It becomes “spectacle,” whether or not it was initially intended as such. We were simply moving through space in a guided exercise, but the very fact that it was happening in a public place changed the nature and perception of the activity. This is not a judgment. It is the inadvertent effect of public space on activity.

On an individual level, the act of keeping the eyes closed made this exercise a private and personal experience in a public setting. I’m interested in this often-missing intersection of public and private. How often do we experience an intimate moment in the open air of a city? It was cathartic. We continued the partnered activity with “interventions” by Weinert, who led each of us””eyes still closed””to new partners. He led each of us to a unifying tree, the final meeting point where the evening’s walk came to an end.

All photos courtesy of Nick Robles.

09/25/12 11:52am

I recently came back to Barcelona on a whim, somewhat of a necessity but additionally without any plans to remain or return, or to go any other direction. I suppose I was lost, and Barcelona always allows me the comfort to dive inside her, to swim in circles if need be until I can stand on my own in the deep end. It’s a city I hold very dear to my heart: Barcelona provides me with many memories and opens her arms wide to receive me again and again. On this last visit to the ‘Ciudad Condal‘ I encountered a similar soul, a wanderer like me – we hit it off and became fast friends – however, we both knew that this friendship would be short lived, like our time in Barcelona. Because it’s a transient city; people, businesses, heat, rain showers come and go like a ripple of the Mediterranean, the sea which it sits beside. Popular names such as Picasso, Hemingway and Manu Chao have left their footprint in this city, and for good reason; the streets are riddled with charm, character and life. Zigzagging from neighborhood to neighborhood, new discoveries await the urban explorer. It sometimes feels as though there is a place for everyone in Barcelona during some point of their life, although the difficulty of language, jobs and the wanderlust of many sweep the streets of their inhabitants like the twice daily street cleanings, inviting new souls and dust to settle the next day.

Even Untapped Cities contributor and photographer Sivan Askayo couldn’t get enough of what drew her  aesthetically  to this city, her adventure in Barcelona  sparked a love affair.

Catalan, the official language of the autonomous community, la Comunitat de Catalunya, provides another element to this temporal feeling besieged on its visitors and immigrants. While not an impossible language, there are hot  political  feelings associated with the teachings, learnings and daily life activities that take place in a society which is believed by outsiders to be Spanish. Expats of Australia, the US or the UK are often confined to a period of teaching English or freelance work in their native language, and while they adore the city and their life in it, they bore of being pigeonholed, and they eventually move on. Regardless, this ephemeral effect on the city has its advantages, and the diversity and continuously throbbing energy of new talent being pumped in the city can be seen in its urban art and graffiti scene, also in its cultural offerings – but this could be at risk.

A stencil graffiti piece by C215 found in BarcelonaFrench street artist C215 uses stencils to create his colorful and eye-catching works of art in Barcelona.

Barcelona's local graffiti artist PezLocal urban street artist Pez has been known and commissioned by many of Barcelona’s vendors to paint their stores’ shutters.  

Street Art in El Raval BarcelonaBarcelona’s ‘El Raval’ neighborhood is littered with street art from international artists eager to paint scenes throughout this diverse and ever gentrifying ‘barrio.’

As I mentioned in a previous article about Madrid’s street art scene, Spain as a whole has struggled to let itself become too vulnerable to new things, particularly those perceived as artsy or alternative. The newly elected right-wing government has put the masses through a predicament as of late and in its spiral toward bankruptcy has made enormous budget cuts against education and culture (some artists have already expressed their vision of the current dilemma). As of September 1, 2012 a new law went into effect activating a tax of 21% on certain services. Those which were once considered to be basics are now thought of as a luxury. This means that everyday tasks like going to the barber shop, attending the gym, buying school supplies, going to the movies or attending a theater (of which Madrid and Barcelona have strong roots and actors with incredibly high talent), will be put into jeopardy for the average citizen of the state.

For pessimists this equates to destruction of an important part of life, a degradation of the spiritual and mental health of its residents. What will be left for the population if no one can afford to properly care for their children, support artists and craftsmen, allow themselves to laugh with a comedy, or cry with an opera? This is where I hope that graffiti artists around the globe can give life to the city, to brighten the streets from the misery that some people deem they are doomed to feel in the coming months, to put their work on display and inspire another generation to be creative, active and expressive, to encourage the fact that sitting behind a desk in a job that gives you security but little else is not the only window of opportunity.  For many residents, it’s that or leave, and as strong as the heart strings of Barcelona may tug, the reality stands that for the time being a calmer, more inviting water awaits them somewhere else.

A graffiti in El Born BarcelonaAn unknown stencil artist leaves behind a piece for  contemplation regarding  the 21st century definition of ‘El Dorado’ in El Born, Barcelona.  

So where is the light at the end of the tunnel? The key, and hopefully the Achilles’ heel of Barcelona is that she keeps alluring talent into the city, that she  doesn’t  allow her controlling and baleful policy makers to get the better of her, that she seduces those who fancy a dip regardless of the red flag at high tide. After all, the storm shall pass, and when it does, how nice will it be to fall in love with her all over again?

Things like this Kickstarter campaign  curated by Katrine Knauer of Urban Artcade will become a reality, merging local Barcelona based artists with a myriad  of expertise in the hopes of educating the public and sparking a dialogue with the city’s governing bodies. They are also responsible for the site  Mapping Barcelona  and will be celebrating the fundraiser’s success with an exhibit and documentary entitled Las Calles Hablan (the streets speak) this October.

Graffiti in Barcelona's Raval neighborhoodThe whole world is in our hands. We’d like to think that citizens stop and think in front of this street art example in Barcelona.  

Barcelona El Raval, Graffiti artist Alice Alice, a popular Italian street artist, stays quite busy with happy and bright colors portraying scenes of women of all ages throughout Barcelona, above all documented in the ‘El Raval’ area.  

Other websites such as bombarcelona  and Street Art News also document Barcelona’s urban art. While it seems that those who admire these works are notably niche groups, with the government putting restrictions on so many other facets of Barcelonians’ daily life,  undoubtedly  a new coat of paint on the walls and streets should call their attention and create action. After all, street art, like love stories, are free manners of expression for all citizens, regardless of how long they stand and observe.

Get in touch with the author @jamon_y_vino.

09/24/12 12:12pm

Every big city has its own urban soundtrack. Tokyo, the world’s most populated metropolis, has a unique rhythm that plays in a loopy, mechanical yet orderly cadence. Sounds originate from all over, day and night, coming together to create a surprisingly harmonious and often beautiful melody.

Each season offers different sounds to decipher. In this article, we’ll explore 8 sounds that are a part of Tokyo’s summer soundtrack. You can follow the enclosed links to hear an example of the sounds being described.

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Takeshita Dori shop staff
Takeshita Dori is a busy pedestrian street in the teen- and tourist-friendly neighborhood of Harajuku. Here, dozens of colorful shops sell all the elements required to create daring outfits. In order to attract people into their stores, employees stand outside, imploring them to come in for a look. Though some callers keep the volume low and may only be heard once within sight, others plead loudly, sometimes using microphones in order to drown out the voices of others. A melodious cacophony ensues.

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Trains and rail transportation
In a large portion of the world, modern urban living has been dominated by cars. Not in Tokyo. Here, millions of people board trains every day. The summer season is especially busy, with many Japanese people traveling around the country during the Obon vacation period. In busy stations like Shinjuku, the continual flow of trains and people creates a rhythm that is punctuated by many particular sounds:

  • The voices of announcers, live and prerecorded
  • The screeching of brakes
  • Horns and bells announcing the arrival of trains
  • The smooth gliding of the wagons on the rails
  • The whistles of Oshiya (pushers) and conductors

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Music Buses
Japanese pop singers face lots of competition when trying to become famous and sell albums. One popular way to get attention is to use buses as moving billboards, with posters of their faces covering each side. Samples of music are played through speakers, letting people hear a glimpse of their songs.
These buses are often seen in the popular teen hangout spots of Ginza, Akihabara, Shibuya and Shinjuku.

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Pachinko parlors
Pachinko arcade machines are a popular leisure activity in Japan. People go to the parlors to unwind for a few minutes, which frequently turn into a few hours. The unbelievably loud volume of the hundreds of machines placed side by side is nearly unbearable for newcomers but seems to become background noise once you’re entranced into the game. In the summer, the constant drone spills out onto the sidewalks, through open doors and windows.

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Every Sunday afternoon, members of the Tokyo Rockabilly Club meet at the entrance of Yoyogi Park, near the Harajuku train station. They put on quite a show, loudly blasting classic American Rock and roll or Japanese covers of such songs as they show off their slick dance moves.

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Cicadas
It wouldn’t be summer in Tokyo without the sound of the Semi (Japanese Cicada). The mating song emitted by males is one of the loudest insect-produced sounds in the world (up to 120 decibels). For those not accustomed to it, the volume can become quite overbearing as it plays almost non-stop during the daytime. Different species produce different sounds: some sing in a high-pitched manner, while others emit a softer trilling sound. The continuous repetition of the noise creates a buzzing that can come off as similar to an electronic, almost mechanical beat. Parks and tree-lined streets are the place to go to hear this sound.

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Street crossings
When 30 million people live in one city, street crossings, like the famous Shibuya pedestrian scramble, are bound to be noisy. As hundreds, even thousands of people walk from one street corner to another, many sounds emerge:
” ¢ The audible vibrations produced by the footsteps
” ¢ The clicking of heels so beloved by trendy Japanese women
” ¢ The music coming from headphones, cars and adverting screens on buildings nearby.
” ¢ The frequently used bird sounds and children’s nursery rhymes that help blind people cross the street
” ¢ The remarkably quiet but numerous conversations happening around you.

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Summer festivals
During the summer months, there are many festivals, big and small, happening in Tokyo. On any given day, there’s bound to be something happening somewhere on the city’s streets. Just as you are turning a street corner, you could find yourself right in the middle of a random festivity. The most frequent sounds of celebration heard in Tokyo are religious parades, pop concerts, and fireworks displays.

The mix of elements

Tokyo’s soundscape, much like its layout, works as an organized chaos. Sounds are constantly coming from everywhere, which can be a bit overwhelming for visitors who aren’t used to this type of noise level. However, when you take a minute to listen, every element you hear seems to come together in a strange but coherent pattern. It’s the beat of summer in Tokyo.

09/20/12 3:28pm

A road trip through a foreign and exotic land had been long on my Travel List, so when I had the opportunity to combine a road trip from England to Wales with a full day hike through a national park, I immediately jumped on board. After  12 hours spent driving on desolated narrow roads that took me from southern England to the very west coast of Wales, I found myself at the doorsteps of Snowdonia National Park.

Accompanied by two National Park guides, our hiking team of twenty set off on an overcast Saturday. For six hours we trekked on farmland, through forests, and past abandoned churches. Besides the odd farmer herding his sheep, it was just us and the elements of mother earth. We saw nobody for miles.

 

When you’re walking through fields, with no immediate end in sight, your mind starts to wonder about all sorts of things. I’d been reading Lance Armstrong’s It’s Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life on the drive to Wales and wondered what it felt like to be alone on a bike, in some of the most brutal of road and weather conditions, for days at a time. We walked past charred bushes that had been burnt the week before and sheep whose ownership was marked by spray paint on their backs. I tried to imagine a livestock auction, where a good sheep would sell for £30 and a prize ram, £10,000. Sometimes we were walking through valleys; sometimes we towered over the coast.  I wondered what it’d be like working on one of the farms and not seeing another soul for days. The guides told us, sadly, that rural life here was starting to collapse. I tried to imagine what the National Park would look like one day, without tractors on the side of the road, without the farms and the livestock…

By the end of the 7 miles, when we emerged onto the road from a piece of the national park that had also belonged to someone’s backyard, I felt an air of satisfaction – I had experienced the  genuine  countryside and absorbed Wales, in vast proportions.

This article originally appeared on Just-In-Time Travels. Get in touch with the author @tracyzhangphoto.

09/18/12 1:45pm

Welcome to the creative universe of Ferran Adrià­     (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

The “Ferran Adrià­ and elBulli. Risk, Freedom and Creativity”  exhibition unveils the creative universe and talent of Ferran Adrià­ , the late 20th and early 21st centuries’ most influential chef, as well as the comprehensive capacity to innovate that he has applied to gastronomy with his work at elBulli restaurant. The exhibition is open to the public from February 2, 2012 to February 3, 2013 in room 3 at the Palau Robert in Barcelona.

Ferran Adrià­   (on the right) visiting the exhibition, seated at the projection table (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

Over the years, Ferran Adrià­   has become a global icon of gastronomy. The work done at elBulli – considered the world’s best restaurant for five years running – has received global recognition and has set the direction for the future of cooking and how we think about food and dining. The names of Ferran Adrià­, Juli Soler, Albert Adrià­and of elBulli’s entire creative team are associated with values such as reflection, talent, innovation, leadership, teamwork, a job well done, internationalization and solidarity. Going far beyond the field of gastronomy, their work embraces areas such as art and technology.

The room “Origins (The Learning Years)” recounts the history of elBulli from its origins in 1956 to March 1987, the time when Ferran Adrià­ took charge of elBulli as its chef (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

The exhibition comes after elBulli closed its doors in July 2011 and celebrates the restaurant’s 50 years of history (from 1961 on), coinciding with a time when Catalan gastronomy has become one of the top-ranking gastronomies in the global arena. Incidentally, Adrià­ turns 50 in 2012.

Although the decision to close the world-famous 3 Michelin star restaurant was taken in order that it could undergo its transformation  (Adrià­ stated elBulli had completed its journey as a restaurant) into elBulli foundation, a center for gastronomic experimentation and innovation that plans to disseminate its creations on the Internet from 2014 on, critics like to point out the restaurant had been operating at a loss in its later years. Once you enter Adrià­’s creative universe at the exhibition, however, it quickly becomes clear that here is a genius who cannot simply go on cooking – he needs to innovate and transcend regular restaurant work.

The evolutionary map illustrates the products, techniques, elaborations and philosophy with videoclips, and visitors can see emblematic dishes elaborated, all of which have been major milestones in Ferran Adrià­’s career and elBulli’s history (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

The exhibition recounts the history of elBulli, from its origins in 1956 with the arrival of Dr Schilling and his wife Marketta at Cala Montjoi (between Roses and Cadaques), to March 1987, the time when Ferran Adrià­ took sole charge of elBulli as its chef. Audiovisuals, documents, photos and objects in chronological order highlight the qualitative jump made by the restaurant through an increasingly sophisticated gastronomic offering that had clear references to French nouvelle cuisine. In addition to Ferran Adrià­, the key figures in this transformation were Jean-Louis Neichel,  Juli Soler and Albert Adrià .

“The Search For A Style” room with a restaurant table where an elBulli 40-dish menu is projected (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

One of the highlights is the “The Search For A Style” room where visitors can see a recreation of the atmosphere of the restaurant’s dining room through an audiovisual with props (table and chairs from elBulli): images of an elBulli 40-dish tasting menu are projected onto the table from overhead, allowing visitors to at least visually witness the dining experience. And in general there is great emphasis on how elBulli’s innovative contribution to avant-garde cuisine is the sixth sense: sparking a response in diners, which is expressed in the form of gestures and emotions of surprise, questioning, recollection, desire and happiness. Ferran Adrià­  creates neither dishes nor recipes, but rather concepts and techniques that he can subsequently apply to countless elaborations, as is explained in the section “Moment 0″ of the exhibition.

One of the more quirky exhibits: a signed Matt Groening caricature of Adrià­ (with a scribbled Bart Simpson looking over his shoulder).

His technical-conceptual approach to cooking and creating requires a whole team devoted exclusively to creation in an ideal space, and to immense subsequent cataloging; among the exhibits are drawings of dishes done by Ferran Adrià­; a display of metal tableware elements used for serving, custom-made silicone molds, objects and utensils used in the cooking process, an array of plasticine dishes used to demonstrate the ideal food layout on a plate, and of course countless cookbooks and notebooks.

“The Time of Major Change” – A recreation of elBulli’s kitchen through projections in triptych form (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

Plasticine ingredients used to demonstrate the ideal layout of a dish (photo courtesy of Palau Robert, Barcelona).

The exhibition will be presented in New York in 2013 and will then travel to London. It will also become the seed or basis for the future Centre-Museum devoted to Ferran Adrià­ and elBulli in Roses. The aim of these and other initiatives that may subsequently arise is to project the image of Catalonia to the world –showing it as a modern, innovative country – and to position it as a leader and point of reference on the global stage of gastronomy thanks to the enormous amount of research that was carried out at elBullirestaurant and will continue to be carried out at elBullifoundation. The exhibition also deems that Catalonia should officially ask UNESCO to designate Catalan gastronomy as Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity, as it did with the castellers (people erecting Human Towers).

The beginning: a bronze statue of the “Bulli” bulldog that gave the restaurant its name.

While it is possible to venture out to Cala Montjoi and the site where elBulli the restaurant is being transformed into elBulli the foundation, you’ll have to head to Barcelona to experience the food: the Adrià­ brothers run both the tapas bar Tickets on Avinguda Paral ·lel 164 and an avant-garde place next door called 41 ° (41 Grados). Just like at elBulli, getting in is difficult: 41 Grados only takes reservations online and only for an even number of diners, thus keeping out solo critics. They serve “one experience” of 41 mini-courses to a total of 16 people per night. But there is more: Ferran and Albert Adrià­ are setting up a Mexican restaurant (their first of a different cuisine) and plan on opening a Japanese-influenced Nikkei place, both also in Barcelona. Who knows what’s next? It will remain interesting to watch the Adrià­s.

Ferran Adrià­   and elBulli. Risk, Freedom and Creativity exhibition
The Palau Robert Catalan Information Centre
Passeig de Grà­cia, 107 08008 Barcelona [MAP]
(+34) 93 238 80 91 / 92 / 93
Open Monday to Saturday 10am to 8pm. Sunday 10am to 2.30pm. Admission free.

Thanks to the Palau Robert for the pictures and press material.
Get in touch with the author @flachrattenmann.

09/17/12 2:22pm

In Zhuzhou, China a group of villas have just been completed on the roof of a shopping mall. This concept has been labelled the future of urban planning, but this future had already been realised over thirty years ago at Cromford Court, Manchester.

A view from above, 1981.

Cromford Court, known to tenants as ‘the podium’, was a housing association venture by Manchester City Council and it could be found on top of The Arndale Centre – a shopping centre that stands to this day. In all 60 dwellings could be found on the rooftops of the Arndale and they were inhabited from 1981 until 2003, when they were demolished as part of a lengthy redevelopment brought on by the devastating IRA bomb in 1996.

Prince Philip opening Cromford Court housing, 1981.

Cromford Court took its name from the area that was levelled prior to the shopping centre itself being built. A city surveyor in 1962 said that Manchester was “crystallized in its Victorian setting“ by these dense, dirty collection of Victorian buildings that housed beat clubs and cafés and gained a reputation as a maze of inequity.

The beat clubs that saturated the area were the cause of much concern for the authorities – they were unlicensed members only venues, as such they didn’t have to abide by the same legislations as licensed public venues. This led to uncontrollable opening hours,  undesirables   and the prevalence of  amphetamines (Purple Hearts) and marijuana.

The view from the street, 2002.

One of the most notable of the clubs in the area was The Magic Village, the owner of which would later himself live on the eponymous rooftop houses of 80s Manchester. The club was a leaky venue with a rope swing on the dancefloor, it saw the likes of Pink Floyd, David Bowie and Jethro Tull grace the stage.

“Who needed beer all you had to do was breathe” 

Andrew Gibbons, Manchester Beat

In 1965 the Manchester Corporation Act was passed meaning that the clubs could be closed at will. At the time Manchester had 250 beat clubs, just over a year later it had 3.

An archive image from Manchester Libraries showing the surrounding area before the Arndale Centre.

Today the Arndale Centre that now occupies the area is the third largest city centre shopping mall in Europe and after the IRA bomb the insurance payouts made it the most expensive man-made disaster ever. The redevelopment that followed in the wake of the attack gave Manchester a chance to rebuild, but despite this the Arndale still regularly makes the lists of most ugly and least loved buildings in the UK.

Although the houses on the roof weren’t directly affected by the bomb, when the tenants returned to the rooftops there was a general feeling of uncertainty; they knew their tenancy wasn’t finite and that the Arndale wanted to move them on and modernise and rejuvenate itself in the wake of the devastation. The houses had no place in the city’s vision for the future. Eventually, in April 2003, the last residents moved out and the houses demolished.

The podium, clad in ‘bile coloured ceramics’ is the reason the Arndale is referred to as the world’s largest urinal.

For all the ideals the rooftop location presented it did have its downfalls   – the financial handing of the company was peculiar and often unfair, and the area was a go-to venue for parties which, although not a problem in itself, left the area open to crime much like the Cromford Court that came before.

It’s a bitter irony that the very things that continued to support Manchester as the Original Modern City over the years were swept under the carpet in moves to modernise the city. Cromford Court isn’t the only rooftop housing in Manchester: in 1940 the caretaker of Ship Canal House lived on the roof with his wife, up among the chimneys.

This article originally appeared on The Skyliner. Get in touch with the author @custardlove.