More posts about buildings and food.
I went to São Paulo.
Same population as New York but it’s twice as dense - the skyline is relentless, mid-rise apartment buildings marching in all directions. It’s frenetic, civilized, industrious. It’s also hard to get your head around so much humanity. Everywhere traffic, buildings, people, traffic, buildings, traffic.
Harvested the fennel seeds from some fronds I cut down in October and let dry.
I was a little late in getting to this task - should have done it in December, January. Still, the seeds pop with an anise flavor that’s much more intense than anything I could find at Kalustyan’s. DIY takes this round.
Most know the Barbican Estate through catching a show at the Barbican gallery or theater.
The details are gorgeous, like these beveled elevator openings cast into the wall. You can get in close, see the exquisite craft.
Brutalism can be beautiful.
There’s the Barbican Estate, a 35-acre campus in a part of central London flattened by the war. Fewer than 50 people lived in the area; now there are 4000 residents. It’s a village in the city.
The apartments are in demand. It can take years to snatch one up.
The concrete architecture of London.
The city is the home of Brutalism, a muscular, sculptural style that I find fascinating. I’m in the minority on this one.
Even the seat belts in his car are red.
Steve has a thing for the color red.