"Detroit Hustles Harder"
That’s a pretty good sentence . So full of hope and meaning. Sums up perfectly our day. Detroit is the Berlin of the United States. But instead of rich kids pretending to be poor, living the boho life just for an experiment, going to squats because it’s cool but having a trust fund on the side, waiting for them to come home; here it’s real. Everything is so real and sincere. People are really poor and struggling, this is not just a way of life. And yet, i would move there immediately if i had the chance. Yes, the city is ruined and broke, yes it is not safe at all to walk their for a white / blond girl like me but really, those people, this atmosphere, this dynamic. They just want to live.
You want to see art, real art, just fuck the FIAC or any untouchable art fair like this, Detroit is where you need to be for art.
You’re interested in architecture, fuck Rotterdam and every big metal block you might be studying, you need to come here. These ruins are the most beautiful architecture i’ve ever seen. They make a magnificent scenery. Seeing that, and you will learn and admit that what you will build is totally ephemeral. Every feminine magazine would love to do a photo shooting there, and i would agree, but then they would go back to their fancy studios in the upper east side.
I don’t know… I’m a girl that likes nice stuff, nice meals, nice clothes, i’m not gonna lie. But this day, holy cow … i’m never going to forget.
You know, it just changes the whole deal when you see an artist that dedicates himself to bringing hope and brightness into his neighbors life by changing the whole street into a museum. They call it the “Ghetto Gungenheim” so you can imagine. Let’s say, that the so called french artist that is working on the meaning of his presence on earth looks pretty dumb to me now.
- Photos will be there when i’m back from the trip to illustrate all of my talking.