I've started a new job recently whereby I have much more "normal" hours. I have weekends off for the first time in probably 5 years. Finally, I've been clocking in some much needed alone time. And when I say alone, I mean my camera & I. Unlike my usual routine of scouting locations to shoot, I've just been meandering around the city in quest of cool, urban landscapes. One of my favorite Atlanta landmarks is the old milk factory on Memorial. It has collected some of the coolest graffiti in town. Since shutdown in 2004, the ol' dairy has served as a sort of organic art gallery. It seems I'm alone in the admiration of these live, urban exhibits like this, the firehouse on Edgewood, or the masonry on Moreland. Soon it, like the "Krog Market," will be developed into yet another "mixed-use complex." I really have a love/hate relationship with gentrifying efforts like these. But, more than anything I dislike how street art translates to "moldering eyesores" for some city folk. In my mind, nothing defines cities as much as their prominent creative class. Wander out into the Georgia suburbs & you won't see free art on display around you. It's unlikely you'll see much art [of any medium] at all. I've fallen in love with graffiti culture; I've fallen in love with the idea of creating your own environment. We are just prisoners of our own design. Why live in a grey washed world?
Read more about the Memorial Dr. development plans here.
Nikon N90S // Fuji Pro-H 400
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