12/20/12 10:06am

Clark Kent used it to change into his iconic alter ego before he launched into the sky to save the world. It’s a mainstay of kitschy tourist photography. The telephone booth is an iconic structure that has captured the attentions of those around the world, through its use in film, or, even simply, as a noticeable streetscape feature. However, with the rise of mobile, and now smart-phone use, the phone booth has become passé in many cities. In some instances, the payphones no longer work, making the rare collect call home infinitely more difficult.

With growing evidence suggesting that phone booths are obsolete, designers have begun to re-imagine these structures as much more than a convenient calling mechanism. In Brazil, Vivo, a local phone booth company, called upon artists to transform the remaining functioning phone booths into artistic works of their choosing. The Call Parade featured 100 artists’ work with transformations ranging from the depiction of a cityscape to a large replica on the human brain. In Osaka, Japan, phone booths become the home of the goldfish club, Kingyobu, a pop-up aquarium installation that was inspired by the fish themselves, which are considered a good luck charm in Japan, thus, spreading both free art and luck to passersby.

Photo credit: Mariane Borgomani for  Colossal

Some phone booth transformations have focused more on functionality to propel their relevance into the 21st century. In New York, a phone booth is used as the entrance to exclusive speakeasy, Please Don’t Tell. Additionally, in April 2012, the NYC Department of Information Technology and Telecommunications proposed working with the communications system City24/7 to replace the phones from 250 booths with free touchscreens that feature local news and neighborhood events. The screens, maintained by City24/7, would allow users to report issues to city information via 311 efficiently. In July 2012, the Mayor’s office announced that 10 phone booths would free Wi-Fi access to the immediate surrounding 100-200 feet. These locations were picked specifically because of their proximity to public plazas. New York City has 12,800 phone booths that could, eventually, serve alternative purposes like pop-up libraries, information centers, or art galleries.

Photo credit: Wally Gobetz for Colossal

The transformation of these structures signifies the end of an era; phone calls have transformed into text messages, and more focus is now placed on the need for Wi-Fi access. Looking forward, the streetscape may highlight, or at least compliment this shift, whether it’s with a traveling art exhibition, or even a replica of Clark Kent, just as he is about to take flight. The sky is the limit.

Photo credit: Colossal

This article was originally published on our partner site  URBAN Magazine, a production of Columbia University’s Graduate School of Architecture, Preservation and Planning.

11/08/12 9:23am

Not everyone checks the transportation conversation on Twitter as obsessively as I do, but even a casual visitor over the past week would notice that the G train was on the mind of transit-interested New Yorkers, and probably most of the people living in North Brooklyn. While the G was down from Hurricane Sandy, the MTA refused to give predictions of when the IND Crosstown service would be back online, with conspiracy theorists claiming that reconstruction on the G would simply be delayed until we stop asking about it and the service becomes defunct.

I wouldn’t count on that happening. I know it’s a low-density line, and I understand that connecting Brooklyn and Manhattan was a main concern for the MTA (as a Windsor Terrace resident, I can attest that getting out of the borough was a nightmare for days). But as a typical “new” Brooklynite, I can also attest that the G is absolutely vital to my interests. It connects the hipster backbone of Long Island City, Williamsburg, and Park Slope. It cuts the commute time to Western Queens in half. It is the only subway winding its way through the heart of Bed-Stuy.

The MTA will not simply leave the IND Crosstown to rust, but as the only non-shuttle that doesn’t enter Manhattan I think the poor G often gets short shrift. So, while it was down for the count, I decided to appreciate the G, to “untap” it and show you the gems just above ground along the line.

My route, trying to follow aboveground as closely as possible the train’s route

GoogleMaps told me that my journey from the first G-only stop, Fulton St., to the northernmost Brooklyn station, Greenpoint, would be 4.4 miles and take 1 hour and 27 minutes. Since I’ve found that GoogleMaps usually thinks my walking speed is a brisk jog, I planned for a longer trip. [Final time: 2 hours and 37 minutes]

Fulton St Station

Bible verses on the wall of 69 Lafayette Ave

Gourds talking to each other at 92 Lafayette Ave

Stairwell mural at 126 Lafayette Ave

“still moving” at 136 Lafayette Ave

Masonic temple at Clermont Ave and Lafayette Ave, next door to Queen of All Saints church

White rollerblades with flowers (a memorial?) tied to the stoplight at Lafayette Ave and Washington Ave

MTA workers surfacing the steps at Clinton-Washington Avenues Station

Bike parking at Pratt Institute’s Higgins Hall, Lafayette Ave and St. James Pl

312 Lafayette Ave under construction

Classon Ave station

No Parking, with friendly enforcers

Climb up to the bench at 444 Lafayette Ave

Ornamentation at 474 Lafayette Ave

Bedford-Nostrand Avenues station

Poison and dogs at 551-553 Lafayette Ave

A splash of blue at 577 Lafayette Ave

Chicken coop at 535 Lafayette Ave

GreenThumb park on Lafayette Ave and Marcy Ave

Stay Cool at the Kosciuszko pool on Marcy Ave and Kosciuszko St

Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses on 685 Dekalb Ave

Bed-Stuy cats at 650 Marcy Ave

“U Like Chinese Food” at Willoughby Ave and Marcy Ave

Memorial for Mack at 599 Marcy Ave

“Flat Fix God Love You” at 580 Marcy Ave

Myrtle-Willoughby Avenues station

The grates were my G-train yellow brick road, although they weren’t usually this aesthetic

Pfizer plant at Flushing Ave and Union Ave (Marcy Ave turns into Union)

Flushing Ave station

Empty lot at Union Ave and Wallabout St

Acme Power Transmission, which inexplicably uses stuffed animals in its display, at 578 Broadway

Broad & Boerum, a Hasidic building in the former Lincoln Savings Bank

Broadway station

A modern obelisk? At 190 Union Ave

Metal copse at 251 Union Ave

Backed-up gas lines at S. 2nd St

Mural at Union Ave and Grand St

I liked the clover awning at 418 Union Ave

Metropolitan Ave station and the infamous Kellogg’s Diner

The former location of Our Lady of Mt. Caramel at Jackson St and Union Ave under the BQE

Architectural waves at 610 Union Ave

Uprooted tree from Hurricane Sandy in McCarren Park

Bradley Manning mural at 55 Nassau Ave

Nassau Ave station next to Yelena’s Shoe Repair, which I can corroborate is a good shoe place

A surprising wooden door at 671 Manhattan Ave

Greenpoint Savings Bank, now inhabited by Chase

A new CVS going in at Manhattan Ave and Milton St

Greenpoint station

On Wednesday morning, G train service was brought back online, albeit slowly, and I’m more thankful for it than ever. At least now, as I wend my way northward, I’ll be able to imagine the route overhead.

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10/17/12 1:58pm

“How is this garbage?” Janet Kalish asks playfully as she sits down for dinner with fellow dumpster divers. The garden salad before them is a harvest of fresh broccoli, carrots, green beans, and red peppers. The egg noodle soup is hearty, and the health bread accompanying it soft and coated in seeds. A bowl of mixed beans sits alongside mashed potatoes, and the home-made chocolate cake is fit for display in any midtown bakery. No one would guess that all this was rescued from New York City dumpsters and curbside trash bags.

Freegans, as the dinner’s attendees call themselves, adhere to a lifestyle that eschews the use of money whenever possible. According to www.freegan.info, freeganism is “a total boycott of an economic system where the profit motive has eclipsed ethical considerations and where massively complex systems of production ensure that all the products we buy will have detrimental impacts.”

On a “trash tour” several nights prior, Kalish surveyed a display of rescued food outside a Food Emporium — cabbage heads, asparagus, cauliflower, apples, pears, carrots, chestnuts, etc — and said to the thirty or so people in attendance: “This is not a special night. This [discarding of food] is happening six nights a week, and not just in this city, but all over the country and it’s happening on a massive scale.” Gesturing with a banana, she adds “This banana from Honduras shouldn’t be traveling all this way to end up on the curbside as garbage.”

According to the Environmental Protection Agency, Americans dispatch some 30 million tons of food waste to landfills every year, comprising 18% of the total waste stream, second only to paper. Since the closure of the Fresh Kills landfill on Staten Island over a decade ago, New York City has resorted to exporting its garbage. Now it is trucked to waste transfer stations in low-income neighborhoods, where the increase in truck traffic serves only to compound air pollution.

From there, the garbage is hauled off to landfills in Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Virginia, Ohio, and other states, where the food decomposes, emitting methane, a greenhouse gas that according to the EPA is 21 times more harmful to the environment than carbon dioxide. The release of methane into the atmosphere contributes to climate change and, ironically, food insecurity in other regions of the world.

What accounts for all the waste? Cindy Rosin, who has been dumpster diving in New York City for some 15 years, explains that “it comes down to the fact that nothing is valuable unless it could make somebody a dollar.” In a supermarket aiming to project an image of freshness and plenty, shelf space is cherished. The slightest blemish on a piece of fruit, damaged packaging, or the passing of the sell-by date is grounds for disposal.

More puzzling is the fact that so much of the food freegans find is without fault altogether, oftentimes still in its original packaging and marked with an expiration date days or even weeks into the future. One explanation may be that stores on contract with suppliers often find it more expedient to purchase in bulk, even if they have to discard food that doesn’t sell.

At the table, the freegans take a moment to reflect before digging in. Rosin addresses the newcomers: “We’re here to share a meal made of a tiny portion of the wasted resources that can be found in our city.” In so doing, she says, we “reclaim our food tradition. We are placing value in that food, in the labor it took to make it, in the Earth’s resources that went into it.”

05/08/12 12:40pm

For some the addition of music or buskers on the bus, train or metro is a welcome accessory to their daily commute. In Madrid, as of lately I have seen more and more artists take the underground or stake claim in Puerta del Sol and Plaza Mayor as an opportunity to earn their daily bread. I’ve seen them surrounded by the metro’s white tiles in a corner next to the escalators, riding alongside the other passengers with their guitar bag or pull-cart of a speaker or waiting at high traffic areas for commuters to finish their lunch hour or work day. The other day someone told me that they had experienced a full-on Shakespeare troupe in the metro-how cool!

However, another day riding the subway I encountered a new circumstance. Two security guards ushered a busker off the metro-without force-while the entertainer was mid-song. I asked one of the guards why they had done that, “Is it illegal to play music on the metro?”  She answered that it is prohibited only when it is a nuisance or annoyance to the passengers. Therefore, it could be perceived as permitted in wide hallways, during hours of slow commuter traffic or if no objections are made.

Which led me to contemplate, how do we perceive art? What is bothersome to us? Will we allow ourselves to be introduced to new forms or are we only willing to pay for something if we choose to enter the four walls housing the exposition, act or artwork? How then does urban art, an “intrusive”  form of art-being that it is never up to us if we see it or not, it is just there-affect Madrid’s civilians and which artists are changing our perceptions?

According to another set of policemen, la guardia civil, graffiti is illegal on all accounts in Spain, minus in situations where an artist has been commissioned to produce something and the legal paperwork has been filed to validate this agreement.

 

urban art store front in black and white MadridA store front window is decorated in black and white, likely the outcome of a hired artist and approved city codes.  

Urban art on apartment building Lavapies MadridApartment building mural in the Lavapiés neighborhood. Calle Lavapiés #17, designed by Cristina Gayarre.  

There are over forty-four museums in the Spanish capital. If you are interested you can find a wide variety of sculptures, classic pieces, modern, theater, comedy, photography and specialty museums, like the Naval Museum or even  18th century garments. Street art however is a rarer sight, especially along the tourist path running from el Museo Prado to the Palacio Real on the far west end of the city. Splashed across shuttered store fronts, trains out towards the city limits or on crumbling walls of deserted warehouses you are more likely to see “bubble”  signatures or tags of that nature.

I suppose the phenomenon in Madrid starts with the definition of graffiti. We are generally, from a young age, taught or gather from the media that graffiti has a negative effect on society.

graf ·fi ·ti [gruh-fee-tee]    noun

1.  plural of graffito.

2.  ( used with a plural verb ) markings, as initials, slogans, or drawings, written, spray-painted, or sketched on a sidewalk,wall of a building or public restroom, or the like: These graffiti are evidence of the neighborhood’s decline.

The second influence is our government’s perception. If a city, district or nation bans or allows this type of expression from its residents or tourists, the city’s entire persona can be altered accordingly. Take a look at Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, as Michelle the founder of Untapped Cities called attention to the city’s aggressive and prismatic landscape in her featured article in the Huffington Post. Is there a coincidence that this city is home to the happiest people on Earth?

Getting away from adverse connotations of graffiti to educating the citizens about street art is in the hands of the artists. People will need to be surprised, awed and moved. Tagging is no longer the answer for grabbing attention, and defacing property isn’t the motto of today’s street art icons. Murals, small objects in wall corners or building skins need to be unique and speak to the population. Spanish artist  Escif  is quickly gaining the attention of the urban art scene for his international work, however the majority can be found in Valencia, Spain, where he resides. Escif  paints rather politically themed murals and one-offs with a minimal color palette. He also keeps a YouTube channel to display his works to fans.

Madrid has proven to be a little slower to adapt. There are less artists than say Paris or New York City, but according to word on the street, the artists that roam the capital are active in what they do.

Mostly found in the neighborhoods of Malasaà±a and Lavapiés, you should keep your eyes out for 3ttMan, a multipurpose artist  who in 2011 headed a campaign based on cement carvings. He worked in broad daylight, blending in as a construction worker, yet still received threats and fines for his expressions.

3ttman cement street art Madrid“Mas obra, menos arte, More construction, less art,” states this piece by 3ttMan on Calle de la Luna.  

Urban art on the streets MadridThe door of a small storage-space becomes the canvas for an urban graffiti artist in Madrid.  

REMED, a Frenchman who claims Madrid as his adoptive city,  creates colorful and generally large scale pieces, e1000ink specializes in surreal and 3D paintings, Neko, very active in Madrid, produces stickers, posters, stencils and neon light fixtures that take the place of advertising modules or telephone booths. Sam3 has been gaining more national and international attention, arriving to be known in London and Portugal. His most recent billboard makes references to the recortes, or budget cuts that have been hitting Spain’s state, education, health and cultural programs with drastic cutbacks. dosjotas who has a gift for the irony, reinvents street signs, garbage collection notices, public advertising or state information with a twist. Only those who read the fine print or recognize the sarcasm in the changed landscape will know he has been there.

3ttman and Remed Madrid urban art2009 mural by 3ttMan and REMED on Calle de la Luna in Madrid’s city center.  

Madrid Calle Noviciado mural 3ttManA fresh fish shop is adorned with the art of 3ttMan on Calle del Noviciado.  

Finally, Nuria Mora or just Nuria in the art world has been painting geometric shapes with “girly”  touches-floral or gingham effects-for years now. She has a tendency to choose attention grabbing locations in the touristic center of the city. For a large mural on Calle de Cedaceros she worked 7 hour days for a finished product that mixes the industrial feeling of the street with her daintiness. When I went to visit, it had already been covered by others, more proof that these pieces are so temporary, or at least always straying further and further from the artist’s’ original intentions.

Madrid Mural Nuria Pastels and flowers merged with city landscapes in Madrid’s historic center. Mural by Nuria.

There also exists a movement of people who are dedicating themselves to capturing this art, documenting it before it is removed, worn-away or splashed over, such as Madrid based photographer Guillermo de la Madrid and artist Alberto de Pedro. Or bloggers dedicated to making Madrid known to the rest of the world.

Today street art is more mainstream, once underground sites like Street Art News and Unurth, give a daily update of happenings and discoveries around the globe to thousands of fans, through various social media platforms. But like anything that goes big, the anti-movement will likely be even more powerful, aware and present of the opposition. Although this Guardian article dates back to 2007 and it speaks to the UK’s position on street art, its trifle nature remains an international current affair. The answer quite simple, those creating the pieces do less harm than those removing it.

Alice street art MadridA moment too late, a small piece by  street artist Alice is covered by a tag in Madrid’s Malasaà±a district.  

You may wonder what makes certain cities more artsy than others. Is it rebellion? For instance Parisians are more likely to jump the metro and they have a history of being flamboyant protesters. Are they creating an environment for anti-system procedures and free expression? Is it something already present in their culture? If so, Madrid should be almost at the top of the list with Velázquez and Goya as a base. Or has the Spanish capital been too far gone from the creative nucleus, as artists in the early 20th century fled to Barcelona, France and beyond? I don’t have the answer for you, I can’t tell what moves the artistic and inventive cooperative of the city. But I’d be willing to guess that Madrid will show more expression in the coming years, that artists will be passing through or settling permanently between which they’ll leave their mark on the city. Why? Because Madrid is in transition. The unrest of politics, unemployment, civilian rights and a renaissance or revolt of what it means to be “Spanish”  will speak itself in the form of art. Or at least I hope so, because a city is bare, weak, lacking energy and character if its artistic set cannot be lauded and admired on display for the public.

Lavapies Garden Mural MadridAn onlooker admires part of a mural at the community garden in Lavapiés.  

“La calle es de todos, es para transmitir el arte que cada uno de esos artistas urbanas lleva dentro.” 

“The street belongs to everyone, it exists so that every artist can transmit what they carry inside to the masses.”

-  Mario Suárez, Journalist and autor of urban art books.

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03/19/12 12:54pm

There’s often a comparison made between Budapest and Vienna, a grudging admission amongst Hungarians that despite the architectural similarity, the Austrian capital is far prettier because it’s cleaner. Indeed, unlike Vienna, which was untouched by communism, Budapest now stands at a juncture of recovery in which many of the buildings still bear the scars of Hungary’s recently oppressive past. The events that took place here-a string of dictatorships concluding not long ago with a brutal Russian regime-are still relevant and haven’t yet been sorted out, marking every brick and crumble of mortar. A cleaner Budapest would be a fraud, a denial of its history and its current mood, of the profound regret for what once was and the continuing struggle to heal. Though tremendous pockets of beauty exist-especially Parliament, Chain Bridge, the Basilica, the Buda castle and the sprinkle of preserved Art Nouveau architecture throughout the city-it’s too soon for sparkle here.

Walking through Budapest, impressions of a once flourishing country flame my imagination. Apartment building entrances, arched and high ceilinged-fit for horse-drawn carriages to trot into courtyards-are now water-stained and peeling. But a glimmer of their magnificence remains. Detail work on faà§ades-statues supporting iron-railing balconies, lion heads, high-relief carvings-is thickly coated with vehicle emissions and in many cases falling off in pieces, but is nonetheless a testament to a cultural appreciation of artistic sculpture. All are links to the old life, from a time before the downfall of a country when people fought and lost to protect it.

Statues holding up an apartment terrace. A common sight in Budapest.

High relief of a lion’s head. Someone grafittied red “Xs”  on the eyes.

Crumbling faà§ade of a building near Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd on Andrássy à­Æ’à… ¡t

Beautiful building laid waste by lack of funds, time and the elements.

Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd is perhaps one of the most beautiful points along Andrássy à­Æ’à… ¡t, Budapest’s main thoroughfare. There are four manor-style buildings at this intersection, adorned with turrets and ornate decoration, each forming a quarter segment of a circle. Up close, evidence of corrosion is apparent on all but one of the edifices, the northeast structure by far the worst, supported by heavy scaffolding and netting to protect pedestrians from the deteriorating faà§ade. The southeast corner-once home to Hungarian composer Zoltán Kodály after whom the circle is named-is the only one that has been entirely refaced. It is a stark contrast to the others, a stunning representation of 1800s Hungarian glory. Yet I prefer the southwest and northwest corners. The southwest is arguably the most architecturally elaborate. It has been somewhat renovated, but its visibly abandoned attics-now likely home to families of birds-are still in ruins, begging to be explored for whatever relics might be up there, coated in a half-century of dust. The northwest is uniquely hand-painted, although the intricate work is difficult to see from afar. It’s a source of pride for Hungarians who know little will be done to protect or restore this art in a country that has a modest budget for such endeavors.

The deteriorating northeast corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

Detail of the northeast corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

The resplendent southeast corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

The southwest corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

The attic of the southwest corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

Detail of the northwest corner of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd

Standing in the center of Kodály Kà­Æ’ ¶rà­Æ’ ¶nd, surrounded by grandeur, I’m in a time before the collapse. And today the buildings are still being used as they always have been-as homes. Occupied by tenants, they are not roped off as museums (with the exception of Zoltán Kodály’s apartment). They’ve endured the Nazi’s-the circle named after Hitler from 1938-1945-and communism, emerging from those harrowing events a little worn, just like the people who still live in them today.

Hungarian history unfolds more explicitly in many other parts of the city. In October of 1956 citizens rose up to speak out against their Russian oppressors. However, what began as a peaceful protest of students rallying against communist ideals soon broke out into desperate war as Soviet tanks entered Budapest to stifle the demonstration that threatened to overcome the entire country. Russians blasted the streets with Molotov cocktails, and Hungarian militias arose in retaliation, removing red stars, burning communist books, and killing Soviet sympathizers. War consumed the city for nineteen days until the Russians forced Hungary back into submission. Although this story is over fifty-five years old, it still lives and breathes today. Bullet holes etched into building faà§ades tell some of that tale.

This particular pattern of bullet holes around the window brings the reality of war times to the forefront. Someone was in that apartment, spotted by a shooter on the ground. (Note that some of these scars could be from WWII, but the general consensus is that they are from the revolution.)

Bullet holes scattered across the faà§ade of a building

Bullet holes in district five’s police station

Bullet holes in district five’s police station

For all its grueling recent history, Hungary was once an empire, its capital a European center of art and culture, grander then Paris, London, Rome, and yes, even Vienna. Not so long ago thinkers, composers, and inventors gathered in Budapest to exchange ideas and expand their intellectual knowledge. Today this is easy to forget. Not only was the architecture damaged and forced to slowly fade and wither, Hungary’s reputation as a great and powerful nation was also pillaged. Snail-pace renovations are taking place, speaking to the people’s resolve to one day recover. Until then, before the scars are plastered over, the remains will be here, weathered and gritty, telling their stories.

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02/09/12 3:45pm

One of the most enjoyable things about living in the city of San Francisco is how visually dynamic it is. There is simply art everywhere, but not in a way that inundates you. The most interesting pieces are hidden away in nooks and crannies that you may not even see. ART on STREETS highlights this city’s art through the lens of a “Polaroid”  camera (except it’s various apps on the iPhone).  Each week we will feature a different soundtrack for your viewing pleasure: a single song from a Bay Area musical artist. So plug in your earbuds (or not) and have a listen while you check out the art.

This week’s art piece is on the Women’s Building in the Mission. The building is quite large and is covered by bright and bold murals about women. I have been thinking about how to do the murals justice, and I have come to the conclusion that I have to do it in parts. The piece I am starting with is on the north side of the building (on 18th Street). It is at the very top right-a painting of a woman’s profile. I was inspired to pay attention to smaller sections of this giant collective piece by this week’s musical artist, Renee Wilson. Renee shared this personal “Street Art Inspiration”  moment about the woman in the mural: “This beautiful woman inspired me to take her photo as I was walking down the street”¦I don’t know who she is or what her story is, but she spoke to me in a way that made me see myself in her being. I chose my song “Maybe” as her theme song because it is an uplifting song about self-love, facing fears and moving toward the light in the face of challenge and adversity. She inspires me to see the strength, love and power within at all times. I see this in her and I think she sees it in us as well.” 

To find the Women’s building, take the J and get off at 18th Street.  Walk past Dolores Park. You simply cannot miss the building on the south side of the 18th  street (right before you get to Valencia). If you take this route, you will be on the side of the building where this piece is located.

Musical Artist: Renee Wilson

Title: Maybe

 

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