Scenes of demolition are everywhere in Our Nation’s Capital.
London is systematically and expensively being dismantled in the hope of a band aid being applied before the Olympics start in 2 years, architectural projects reach desperately out of cavernous pits of concrete, waiting for more funding to be applied to their ungainly, insipid frames, and the unknown future of the England team as we know makes itself apparent on the back of every discarded morning paper; literally thousands of them, sweeping across the city like a flock of BP-sullied origami seagulls.
In my life, however, renewal raises its brave head, resurrected from the ashes of my-life-in-London’s demolition like a phoenix: a vital, grinning, slightly smug phoenix.
I now find myself looking upon such images of demolition with hope rather than despondency as I lie – and wake up – away from this destruction, away from the filth and degradation offered by ONC. And where, for the past few years, I found myself obsessed with the decaying, fractured works of Anselm Kiefer, or the collaged detritus of Kurt Schwitters, suddenly Monet’s most blissful paintings of Giverny, or Morris Louis’s joyously colourful canvas stains seem to replicate my disposition.
(The England football team’s current disposition, on the other hand, might be encapsulated in a nightmarish Otto Dix war etching…
…Maybe a bit of beach time would help all involved?)
And so my discovery of the Heygate Estate in Elephant and Castle from the window of my commute – a Brutalist modern social project built in 1974 and awaiting its imminent destruction – has left me with an incongruous feeling of hopefulness both artistic and political.
This beastly pack of buildings didn’t live up to the utopian promises of communal living, instead falling into a dilapidated state riddled with crime and poverty. It is now all but derelict, and set for a good ol’ regeneration. Yet there is beauty to be found in its current state. It’s barren soviet austerity reminds me of Le Corbusier’s Unité d’Habitation in Marseilles,
Or the Sony Bravia adverts from a few years back,
and I wonder what a bit of colour might do for these lifeless concrete piles of shame. A nice spring clean…
..no of course that’s not what makes me hopeful.
What makes me hopeful is a scene from the epic Godfrey Reggio movie Koyaanisqatsi, which formed an amazing, prescient moment in my life as I watched it recently in Brighton with my partner, accompanied by a live rendition of the incredible Philip Glass score by the great man himself and his ensemble.
In one of the most memorable, astonishing, heart-wrenching and awesome scenes in a film abound with much of the aforementioned, the detonation of the Pruitt Igoe flats in St. Louis Missouri appears a telling rendition of the 20th centuries legacy to come…
This scene’s story is one of lessons-to-be-learnt, it is of changing our ways, it is of the unsustainability of the sort of grandiose architectural projects that mar our cities and make life insufferable.
The film’s raison d’être is best illuminated in the film’s endnote and the title’s meaning:
The day to day experience of London is thoroughly unpleasant, and the disturbance caused by transport failures, architectural revisioning and, yes, regeneration, is untold in terms of quality of life.
This all calls for another way of living.