« The role of poetry in collaborative cartography | Main | The Airport of Crossed Destinies »

May 05, 2004

Comments

A few years back I spent a few weeks working at Chello in Amsterdam, out in the uncharted lands beyond Schipol airport. A few friends were working their permanently and it felt like they were living in a future from Wallpaper* magazine, as edited by Ballard.

Living in central Amsterdam (which seemed like an olde theme park in comparison), getting to work involved passing through Schipol with its huge outdoor LED advertising displays, and a minibus through flat business parks to the anonymous office.

After work socialising would involve speeding back to civilisation or going for drinks in one of the airport bars. People would head off from the bar to do their shopping at the airport grocery store, dodging the rucksacks and wheeled suitcases. A peculiar existence.

More on Nasseri at RussCoff's site: http://russcoff.typepad.com/russcoff/2004/08/varia_.html and http://russcoff.typepad.com/russcoff/2004/06/sir_alfred_nass.html

Verify your Comment

Previewing your Comment

This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.

Working...
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been saved. Comments are moderated and will not appear until approved by the author. Post another comment

The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again.

As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.

Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.

Working...

Post a comment

Comments are moderated, and will not appear until the author has approved them.

Your Information

(Name is required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)