Friday April 22, 2005
I took A1A to work the other day, from South Beach to Hollywood Boulevard, and counted the number of construction sites I passed on that one street: 44. There is a weird time-travel quality to this trip; the gleaming, glass trump-phalluses share space with quaint relics whose days are obviously numbered. In a year this stretch of road will be very different.
Given that the clock on the wall says it’s Earth Day, there’s a few points to be made about what’s up with this. First, what’s being built isn’t going up on top of pristine beaches or protected estuaries, and what’s coming down is 40 – 60 year old one-and-two story mom and pop style motels, some of which are studies in kitsch and bad taste (but nevertheless interesting). This is a case of erection-swapping, as it were. There’s limited new environmental impact (“No cliffs, sands, or bluffs”).
That said, it doesn’t automatically follow that lining up high-rises on the edge of the ocean is a terrific idea, either. There’s the aesthetics of it – lots of beautiful new buildings are still lots of buildings – as well as the impact of a trillion people and their waste, traffic, mere presence to contend with. Plus the canyonesque wind tunnel effect: On a moderately breezy day, a fart in Golden Isles could carry down AIA all the way to South Beach. Speaking of Trump.
Critical Miami does not have a problem with times changing. We like new stuff! All we’re saying is that stuff is changing fast. Enjoy it before it’s gone.comments powered by Disqus