At the sides of the highway, the children saw the forest: a thick growth of strange trees blocked the view of the plain. Their trunks were very very slender, erect or slanting; and their crowns were flat and outspread, revealing the strangest of shapes and the strangest colours when a passing car illuminated them with its headlights. Boughs in the form of a toothpaste tube, a face, cheese, hand, razor, bottle, cow, tire, all dotted with a foliage of letters of the alphabet.
Italo Calvino, Marcovaldo trans. William Weaver (London: Minerva 1993) p. 37
The regular block that Cerdà put forward, as the supporting element of the buildings, was a square, 113-metre-wide block, with a 19.8 m chamfer. The intervention was carried out following complex, detailed and concise reasoning, whereby he introduced variables like the surface of the plot of land, the height of the building, density, etc. After obtaining eight possible main sizes and eight small variants, he finally chose the 113.28-metre-wide block. However, as you would expect of any good technician, he omits the decimal points and is left with the 113 metres used in the project.
Miquel Corominas and Joel Bages, ‘The Morphological Base of the Block’, in Joan Busquets and Miquel Corominas (dirs/eds), Cerda and the Barcelona of the Future: Reality Versus Project (Barcelona: Diputacio de Barcelona and Centre de Cultura Contemporania de Barcelona, 2009), p. 74.
Another year, another typewriter! Following on from last year’s vermilion Olivetti Valentine, and the trio of Underwoods which preceded it, Volume v of The Typewriter gets the yellow treatment with an Adler Contessa.
Volume v features another swathe of Antipodean poetic talent – curated as always by Elizabeth.
Last issue’s machine here http://guyhohmann.com/2012/07/29/the-typewriter/
Sometimes in order to understand something complex, we break it down into its parts. So it is with me and cities. A city is an infinitely complex amalgamation of people, things & spaces, and so will confound someone like myself who has a (naive) desire to know it.
So in my quixotic quest to know the city, I have developed a strategy – to get to know the systems which make up the city. Finding the complexities of social systems perplexing and less than seductive, where better to start than with the most quotidian of construction systems – the brick.
To that end, I have begun a collection, and already I have learned the difference between English and Flemish bond, a stretcher and a header, the difference between herringbone and basket-weave.
Already threads are emerging in what pictures I take – fractures, repairs and joints in the system, or even, as in the photo from San Gimignano below, fake repairs to the system. Perhaps this simplest of urban systems may work it’s way into becoming analogous of other building blocks of the city.
So often the tools used to make objects are just as intriguing as the objects themselves. Patination caused by past pours and handwritten part numbers add to the charm of this fibreglass concrete casting mould.