i was doing some tv stuff at universal and i found myself wandering around with some time to kill and lo and behold i was in ye olde timey western land. and that’s architecture, isn’t it?
it is. and specifically southern californian architecture, as i don’t know if other cities have plywood ghost towns in their midst(s).
so, plywood ghost towns. and a plywood mexican village. to be fair, there’s plaster, too. plywood and plaster.
it’s like a grad student thesis on architectural semiotics and the folly of follies.
i hope you get a chance to wander around plywood ghost towns some day.
it’s odd — via moby