Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Roppongi Bouquet

A bouquet of buildings picturesquely clinging to each other at a junction on the edge of the Roppongi area of Tokyo, looking for all the world as if they were one discrete, hyper complex architectural composition. I saw this kind of situation happening in various places around the city, as I'd seen previously in Kobe on another holiday, but this was the most singular instance I encountered on this trip.

Little Tower in Shinbashi

As far as I've seen there is no such thing as a party wall in Tokyo, with buildings often separated by extremely narrow gaps of between 30 and 50cm, which for the life of my I cannot understand how people keep clean, but which they must do since they are almost always nice and tidy. These gaps, tiny plots and total lack of space mean that thin and tall 'pencil' buildings are quite common, sometimes with staggering height to base-width ratios.

These buildings are however usually clustered together like commuters on a crowded train along the city's streets, or like architectural bouquets in isolated clumps-in-the-round, often in the middle of a tangle of roads. On the way to Ginza, walking through Shinbashi, I passed this singularly proud little extrusion, a typically tiny building with one room on each floor, windows on two sides, and five stories high, but here he is standing alone in the corner of a car park, only really taking up as much space as one of the cars parked around him, acting bravely as sentinel to the junction he fronts.

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Shiodome Tuscan Renaissance

A garden I stumbled upon in the Shiodome area of Tokyo (this bit of town being a landscape of tangled infrastructure with corporate towers stranded on small manicured islands) with a raised motorway on its south, elevated train lines to its north, and apartment towers bounding its eastern and western edges.
It's an "Italian Garden, inspired by the style of the Tuscan Renaissance", with the statues and Doric columns -all new- having been given as gifts by various stone masons, and stone re-sellers from the Tuscan town of Pietrasanta, which is famous for its marble-working masons' yards. A canny act of marketing that has left a permanent advert for the town's wares in the heart of one of its biggest markets.
There are reproductions of pieces from a variety of sources, with the two things connecting them being the cartoonish, illustrative quality common to so much contemporary classical-ish sculpture, combined with a perhaps obvious over indulgence of the pornographic aspects of each pose. It isn't quite so explicit here, though definitely present, but I do love the way the grand old tradition survives to this day in debased form (Wilhelm von Gloeden being an early torchbearer), whereby salaciousness is allowed to be present in all kinds of pretentious and aspirational places, by virtue of  a sculpture adopting the general lineaments of a famous 'worthy' pose from antiquity or the renaissance, which is then used as the rough framework around which every tweak and modification is pursued that heightens the suggestiveness, and often downright explicit nature of the depicted body and its potential arousal.
Like the newly built 'Vita Italia' district nearby, there isn't that much to really remind you of Italy, but as with that place, and with so many things that I have come across this past week, it seems to me that what is fascinating here is how an almost graphical image -always singularly different from its source- of another place, as experienced through television, comics and movies, is transposed into the physical environment of the city through the modus-operandi of advertising and consumption. This happens in the UK as well, but I haven't ever quite come across a place where the idiosyncratic readings of another culture are carried through with quite so much passion (think Studio Ghibli's scenography), where the re-readings of the other places have quite such a transformative effect on the source material itself, and where these strange new compound images are then reified on quite such an impressive scale.
Some of these Japanese transformations of other places are incredibly alluring. They are strange, inscrutable and ultimately very refreshing -invigorating even. For me they breathe life back into dusty old archived material. There is something of the wide eyed wonder of a child in a toy shop about the compulsive appropriation and combination of signs from around the world in some of the places I've had the pleasure of walking around here. I've heard it said that one should never worry about the so called problem of copying, or of the anxiety of influence, because when something powerfully new is born out of older material, its very existence transforms that out of which it sprang, since the older can never again be understood without its being seen through subsequent reinterpretations. The question of origin/original is null, the problematic is rather one of impact, of strength of impression instead of the Damocles' sword of Authenticity. I only wish the egg really did transform the chicken from whence it came -physically- and that back in London we could get some of the profuse strangeness of the way Tokyo sees us, injected back into our streetscape.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Tokyo Polyurethane Classic

 An apartment building in Akasaka. A suitably petite, late twentieth century Japanese urban palazzo.
 The capitals appear to be made from wonderfully resilient, brilliantly shiny Polyurethane
 And in the grand municipal manner, a large wedding emporium in Aoyama
The red carpet with en-framing arched opening, flanking bays and looming (shiny) Corinthian columns with accompanying pediment create a sense of ceremony and arrival which is in such contrast to the surrounding streets that in an uncanny but undeniable way, it feels pretty classy. I had to positively restrain myself from asking for a passer-by to take a picture of me sprawled voluptuously on the steps...

Monday, 3 December 2012

Transparency in the City of London

Some glimpses into the world of the City office worker, afforded by the felicitous meeting of a series of high level pedestrian walkways and the ubiquitous ceiling-to-floor glazing panel.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Seven Flourishes From Rome

 A lamppost and light-multiplying mirror-in-frame on Via dei Pastini
 Tower above the Scuola Pubbliche Visconti Ennio Quirino, facing the Piazza del Collegio Romano
 The happiest and most comfortable resident of Zaha's Maxxi...
A doctored sign post in Trastevere
 A roof extension in Trastevere
 A tomb-stone statue ignominiously decapitated by an inconsiderately positioned confessional in Santa Maria del Popolo
The wall and staircase down to the Nymphaeum (by Ammanati) in the gardens of the Villa Giulia (by Vignola)

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Incremental Oddity

In an unusual take on the Mediterranean tendency to incrementally develop its houses -concrete columns on the roofs of houses, with reinforcement sprouting out of them, is a common site from Nazareth to Corinth- this house spotted from the Mount of Olives in East Jerusalem appears to have resolved the endemic regional desire for a 'western style' pitch roof, and the need for things to at least appear tidy, somehow not-of-the-region-where-they-are-actually-located, with the fact that they are still basically building in the region's venerable, ad-hoc tradition. So the pitch roof hovers a good 3metres or so above the current roof, waiting to be turned into bedrooms, looking very precarious on its slender steel columns (considering its weight and being located in a geologically active zone) and perhaps more perversely, totally blocking any sunlight from reaching its two solar-powered water heaters, which can be seen silhouetted underneath it in almost complete darkness. Hot water, or an absurd image of western suburbia refracted through the lens of Jerusalem planning law?