From LA to Perth. A disjointed sprawling monologue
This article got me ticking. It really did. I loved it so much. You know that feeling where you read something and it clicks?
When an article clicks with me it just makes you want to read it again and again. You relate to the text, you relate to the author. Then you can’t stop thinking about it. You try, but you can’t.
The article in question is on LA. If you don’t know what article I’m talking about, the article is in this link. The author talks of his love for LA, for the isolation of it all, the futility of it all. I read the first few lines and started thinking, wtf? Why? and “hang on, this isn’t supposed to be a good thing”
I mean I’ve grown up in Perth. An Architect I used to work for, Tim Wright, not only loved LA, but used to refer to Perth as LA 40 years ago.
This is a pic of LA’s crap skyline. Look at the sprawl.
I’m sure I was of the opinion that growing up in such a disjointed city like Perth really sucks. I thought that everyone that lives in Perth loved the proximity and longed for the little bars and the alleyway culture of places like Melbourne and some traditional DENSE European cities? No? Yes?
The last week I’ve been agreeing with BLDGBLOG more and more and more (…and more). Sprawled cities are great. You get a car, fuel is cheap, we are on the coast. For instance, when it comes to surfing and there are no waves where you are, then fuck it. Hop in the car, and drive North. There is always waves north. Well, I’m not going into detail on this. BLDGBLOG already has.
For weeks and weeks I’ve been speculating on if its such a good idea to kick start this little blog, this, social commentary if you will and after reading this article it sealed the deal. I’m on it, I’m starting and I’m not looking back.
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