imagine! or: gentrification II
by minima whatever
Walking through Soho today the city felt sharp-eyed. Every relaxed face suspicious: you must be either a banker or a similarly highly paid person, or, not mutually exclusive, have rich parents. But there were not many smiling faces anyway. Scary thought: try to imagine the city once all the current construction sites have finished their constructing, and we are stuck with the things they will leave behind. Construction workers suddenly feel to me like idyllic apparitions, like farm boys might have to the bourgeois imagination of the 19th century. ‘Real people,’ ‘human touch,’ ‘real work,’ etc.