Dresses hung to dry in the sun is the leading indicator as to where we are. A working class neighborhood, with neighbors who endure the brightness summer morning sun and have preference for how washed and dried fabric should feel against one’s skin.
Campaign sign tucked in between tree and pole is another indicator. Iron bars on the windows is supposed to be one, but I suspect it might be dated.
This is the site we should try to read the city’s architecture responding to its inhabitants’ desires for security, affordability, infrastructure — water quality, fire and police service, more green and shade covering, alternative energy use — gas and solar, water reclamation, biodiversity and for a wider range aesthetic vocabulary.
Everyday life is already developed from the points of affect, of desire, and of reverie. We claim as much as we can to satisfy the manner in which we want to live. There are always pushback, when our manners hit the limit of private space, or when our plans abut the plans of others, but hopefully we can come to an understanding, that aiming for civility is just and ideal.
Image was featured in Burnaway’s article Miami Dérive.
