I went for the gas stations in a big way. For the most part, the change was only skin-deep; under the streamlined chrome shell, you'd find the same Victorian mechanism. Cohen introduced us and explained that Dialta was the prime mover behind the latest Barris-Watford project, an illustrated history of what she called "American Streamlined Moderne. Paul; the employees of Johnson's Wax must have felt as though they were walking into one of Paul's spray-paint pulp utopias. When I isolated a few of the factory buildings on the ground glass of the Hasselblad, they came across with a kind of sinister totalitarian dignity, like the stadiums Albert Speer built for Hitler. I found myself remembering Sunday morning television in the Fifties. Architectural photography can involve a lot of waiting; the building becomes a kind of sundial, while you wait for a shadow to crawl away from a detail you want, or for the mass and balance of the structure to reveal itself in a certain way.
But the rest of it was relentlessly tacky: I hesitated over one sketch of a particularly grandiose prop-driven airliner, all wing, like a fat symmetrical boomerang with windows in unlikely places. After the advent of the designers, some pencil sharpeners looked as though they'd been put together in wind tunnels. She was talking about those odds and ends of "futuristic" Thirties and Forties architecture you pass daily in American cities without noticing; the movie marquees ribbed to radiate some mysterious energy, the dime stores faced with fluted aluminum, the chrome-tube chairs gathering dust in the lobbies of transient hotels. I went for the gas stations in a big way. Post it on our subreddit! I found myself remembering Sunday morning television in the Fifties. You'll also find behind the scenes videos and other great web exclusives. Cohen works for Barris-Watford, who publish big, trendy "trade" paperbacks: And three Detroit engineers would putter around with this big old Nash with wings, and you'd see it rumbling furiously down some deserted Michigan runway. Subscribe for the latest music videos, performances, and more. Sometimes funny, sometimes serious, always shareable. Dead steam-table food and it took them thirty minutes to find an ice bucket for the retsina. The designers were populists, you see; they were trying to give the public what it wanted. I shot one in San Jose an hour before the bulldozers arrived and drove right through the structural truth of plaster and lathing and cheap concrete. I suppose it started in London, in that bogus Greek taverna in Battersea Park Road, with lunch on Cohen's corporate tab. In Dialta Downes this manifested itself in a mania for a uniquely American form of architecture that most Americans are scarcely aware of. Lots of them featured superfluous central towers ringed with those strange radiator flanges that were a signature motif of the style, and made them look as though they might generate potent bursts of raw technological enthusiasm, if you could only find the switch that turned them on. And Cohen, whom I knew vaguely from the old days in New York, had invited me to lunch the day before I was due out of Heathrow. Which made a certain kind of sense, because the most successful American designers had been recruited from the ranks of Broadway theater designers. I got out, depressed because I do like to do a good job, but not totally depressed, because I did make sure I'd gotten the check for the job, and I decided to restore myself with the sublime artiness of the Barris-Watford assignment. She saw these things as segments of a dreamworld, abandoned in the uncaring present; she wanted me to photograph them for her. It was dated The Tomorrow That Never Was. New York to London in less than two days, first-class dining rooms, private cabins, sun decks, dancing to jazz in the evening
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