some things make sense to me and i don’t really expect them to make sense to other people. like today, for example. i was at union station in los angeles and i had an hour to kill before my train, so i went for a random walk around the random area around the station. and i found this odd concrete brutalist parking bunker.
to me it looked beautiful. so beautiful that if it were a home i’d want to live there. and that’s the part that i assume wouldn’t make sense to other people. that a brutalist concrete parking bunker could be beautiful and that someone (in this case: me) would want to live there. maybe a cozy couple of rooms within the brutalist concrete parking bunker.
but isn’t it beautiful? i love utilitarian architecture and design that are accidentally beautiful. i don’t imagine that too many people stop to notice this beautiful parking bunker as they’re rushing to park their cars so they can take the train to the beach. but i noticed it and loved it.
if you need to send me mail in the future just address it: ‘moby c/o brutalist parking structure behind union station los angeles, ca’
and i’ll be living in the basement turning into gollum.
Moby and Michael Stipe will both teach you about brutalist architecture on their blogs, but Moby has none of the surprise dicks.