The
Tricorn Centre [pictures
from July 2004] | Depilated,
broken, that which was once new now shabby and old. I
wonder what it must have looked like when it was first built, before the concrete
became stained with age and neglect, before the people in the city hated the Tricorn.
| | | | | Once
it was 1960s science fiction -- all angles, square, domes round, concrete bunkers.
The Tricorn represented the future in all of its glory, and now, instead, it represents
dystopia and everything which was wrong with our dreams. | | | Now,
in 2004, it must be destroyed by metal jaws gnawing at the edges and tearing at
concrete and steel as if it were as soft as flesh. It
is now August. The section which was the multistorey car park is slowly being
eaten away by metal animals.
| A
decade ago the Tricorn was emptied, closing all of the shops, market stalls etc
housed within those walls. The old bustle gone -- the smelly pet shop, the greasy
spoon cafe, the second hand record stalls, the cheap clothes -- all gone. Before
they stopped people from being able to access the Tricorn I used to wander around
it. I would take weird angled photos, and shit myself when the pigeons would appear
from nowhere, their flapping wings the only sign of life. | | | I
wanted to make films of it, but never did. The place had a weird atmosphere then
-- it was eerie -- if you listened hard enough you might hear people from the
past, or from the future. And
it is too late now for any of that. Sometimes I wonder if the heart is being ripped
out of the city.
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