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New York: Divided

Posted on October 31, 2018 by julianstodd

Our view into a community is inherently divided: we see just one layer, one context. One city. The last few days, walking through New York, i find myself moving not just up and down, across the grid, but also through … Continue reading →

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Evolving the City

Posted on August 22, 2018 by julianstodd

As many of us do, i think i know a place, when all i know is what surrounds me: a walk through New York takes in my favourite routes, cafes, bars, and vistas. I think i know the city, when … Continue reading →

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The Writing On The Wall

Posted on April 22, 2016 by julianstodd

There are layers of writing throughout the city: i leave the train to the sight of formal, informational guidance, clean cut voices telling me where the stairs are, where the exit is, where the toilets are and what to do … Continue reading →

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Leaves

Posted on October 22, 2015 by julianstodd

Stomping through London yesterday in the rain: dodging pedestrians now complicated by the necessity of jumping puddles. I glance down to see the leaves underfoot, glazed to the wet pavement, coloured shadows against the grey stone. Autumn is turning, or … Continue reading →

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San Francisco: Hinterland

Posted on October 8, 2015 by julianstodd

I don’t know if it’s called ‘fly tipping’ here, but it was noticeable that, under the concrete flyways, between the monumental arches, at the dead end of endless tracks, the rubbish was piled high. Ironic really that the yard next … Continue reading →

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Brooklyn: Rough Trade and Culture

Posted on July 8, 2015 by julianstodd

It always surprises me, the closeness of regeneration and destitution. It was with some relief that the artisan coffeeshops, dog grooming parlours and the familiar facade of Rough Trade hove into view. After twelve miles of walking through the highways … Continue reading →

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New York: Separation

Posted on March 30, 2015 by julianstodd

“I left him“, she said, walking slowly in the brilliant sunshine, “last month“, as she passed by where i was sitting, on one of the benches on the Highline, sipping my coffee. “But i’ve met someone“, slightly breathless, the cable … Continue reading →

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