Monday, January 28, 2008


In a city of concrete, begging hands, and silicone breasts, a place to call your own is pricey and free. Public space is gasps between parking lots and parking garages.

Islands of LA revitalizes public space by transforming traffic islands into territories of art that can generate culture interchanges. Traffic islands are the just waiting with potential. This is like the the Elgaland-Vargaland, with its ownership in boarders and inhabitants of decested.
Who inhabits these islands? Is this the homeless nomad waiting to claim stake to some landscape? Is it the unresting hipster?

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