Demolition Gods
I had a pretty laid back weekend, I finished watching the 1900 house from the PBS house series. Those shows are so good, I highly recommend putting them in your queue. We also finished watching the New York documentary which was at parts very disappointing especially to hear about the demolishing of the original Penn Station and old neighborhoods in exchange for high ways.Hearing what Mr. Moses did to NYC runs deep into my very recent thoughts and sadness about America's (seeming) obsession with getting rid of the old and making everything new and sterile. Its maddening when I see people obsess over modernization which at times destroys the very heart and character of buildings where life once took place.
I heard recently about the same sort of thing happening to the university I went to. Taking down the old buildings and throwing up shoddily built ones at a fast rate in exchange. Who finds this appealing? Would Harvard be the same if they tore it down and rebuild it?
I'm not someone who wishes to dress in period clothing on a daily basis and wants to reenact the past, there is something very unauthentic (?) about the whole process. I defiantly appreciate the rights that being in 2008 allows, but surely people can see the beauty in pre-war architecture? That Jane Jacobs, activist and author of The Death and Life of Great American Cities (1961) she is my new hero.

The apartment I live in now was build in the early 20's and is very void of a lot of modern comforts such as a stable heating and cooling system, two sided kitchen sinks (at the very least), and a pretty shabby bathroom. But, it has history and there is life in the scuff marks and the cracks and the imperfections. I dream of living in an old farmhouse or cottage and allowing all of the charm show through.
We recently went to an art auction/craft sale here in Bay Ridge that was housed in an old prep school. Really old prep school, and after looking around at the art we started looking at the building we were in. We were mesmerized by the old soda machine and strange (to us) doors. Ancient and outstanding and lovely and we were touching everything. Its still up and running as a prep school. At the same time we both realized that outside of NYC this building would have been torn down long ago.








