
I shot this at the Barbican. You can see the Barbican buildings behind and in front is this tree with these grasses and they’re being whipped horizontally across by the wind. And there’s a discarded cup. And I don’t know how much sense it would make to the viewer unless they understood that the Barbican is an absolute wind tunnel. When the wind cuts through in between the buildings, it really can be quite a blast.
So what this photograph documents, is that in the middle of all this concrete jungle, there’s this little tree and these grasses surviving.
I really don’t understand why anybody likes the Barbican other than the fact that it’s very big. It is Brutalist architecture like a heavy fist over the landscape.
Here is a glimpse from outside the complex, showing one of the towers that punctuate the design.

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