Did anyone ever think this jumped up multi-storey car park was even interesting, let alone beautiful. Even in 1976? You look up and down the river just in the immediate vicinity, and you see jewels: the Oxo Tower, the dome of St Paul's, the Penguin building on the Strand. And yet this cultural mecca is soulless, despite all attempts to dress it up. At night, there are neon lights beamed on the National Theatre breeze block Fly Tower and last year, they tried to cover its sides with grass. Which was interesting for the day or two the grass lived. Then the grass just turned and it looked like a sad piece of scrubland, albeit vertical scrubland.
Monday, 21 April 2008
Southbank
A charming bit of flanneuring yesterday, through nearly deserted Fleet Street to Blackfriars. This side of London is very peaceful on a Sunday; during the week it's chock full of go-go lawyer types. Then over the bridge to the Southbank which never ceases to depress me. The walk along the Thames is fine, just don't look at the monstrosity of the Southbank Centre.
Did anyone ever think this jumped up multi-storey car park was even interesting, let alone beautiful. Even in 1976? You look up and down the river just in the immediate vicinity, and you see jewels: the Oxo Tower, the dome of St Paul's, the Penguin building on the Strand. And yet this cultural mecca is soulless, despite all attempts to dress it up. At night, there are neon lights beamed on the National Theatre breeze block Fly Tower and last year, they tried to cover its sides with grass. Which was interesting for the day or two the grass lived. Then the grass just turned and it looked like a sad piece of scrubland, albeit vertical scrubland.
Did anyone ever think this jumped up multi-storey car park was even interesting, let alone beautiful. Even in 1976? You look up and down the river just in the immediate vicinity, and you see jewels: the Oxo Tower, the dome of St Paul's, the Penguin building on the Strand. And yet this cultural mecca is soulless, despite all attempts to dress it up. At night, there are neon lights beamed on the National Theatre breeze block Fly Tower and last year, they tried to cover its sides with grass. Which was interesting for the day or two the grass lived. Then the grass just turned and it looked like a sad piece of scrubland, albeit vertical scrubland.
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