anti:freeze

more future lofts in the Pearl

I have always loved the aesthetics of construction sites. Exposed floors, support beams, cranes, plastic sheets blowing in the wind. Here, I especially love the blue elevator and plywood boards. It is seasonably blue, cold and sinusy and wet, the kind of color scheme I associate with British films, earaches, and punk music. Blue headache. Blue exhaustion. Blue skin after seizure. The medication I am taking can turn gums blue if taken for too long. Good thing my course of therapy is almost complete, gums still pink.

This naked frame feels so different from the fiery oranges and reds of last summer's construction blitz:

I miss the warmth, the spray-painted numbers, the dark shadows you only get with bright sunshine.

Here, I am fascinated by the stylized numbers, stenciled inside playful dots, as if mass-produced for the purpose - a retro construction site for the uber-hip Pearl. It is as if the construction site has its own design, its own architecture, meant to please the aesthetes that populate this block (perhaps watching from their floor-to-ceiling windows, wondering if the new lofts will have granite counters and nickel hardware just like theirs).