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sociological party marathon action

Posted on August 29, 2012

During the winter and spring of 2011-12 residents of Moscow and Saint Petersburg went into the streets en masse for the first time in 20 years, demanding change in the regime of political and social inequality associated with the great imbalances of wealth in their country. As a response to the massive movements in the streets and on the Internet, the Russian government, in the form of the security forces and the parliament, began a brutal crackdown on all dissent. New laws criminalizing almost any public gathering as unauthorized political rallies and increasing the fines for participation in such gatherings 150-fold, along with parliamentary proposals to monitor and shut down internet service providers delivering ‘offensive’ content, are all intended to freeze movement and quell political unrest. However, there are unintended results of such inequitable uses of power: instead of freezing any specific movement, the entire field of action is activated. In such a tense, electrified field, one small action can precipitate lighting strikes in response.

It was into this newly electrified field that I arrived in October 2011, invited to Moscow and Saint Petersburg to collaborate with architects, sociologists, and activists committed to DIY methods for reclaiming urban development at the grassroots level. In Russia, as I soon discovered, discussion of urban development, architectural preservation and ‘community building’ are often the aesthetic surrogates for more dangerous political arguments. Wealth and political inequality are more than ever expressed in the ability to control these discussions. In fact, in a turn eerily reminiscent of life during the Soviet era, inequality in Russian cities is often evidenced by the (in)ability to simply go out of one’s home and gather together with fellow citizens.

In collaboration with a group of Moscow-based “urban hacktivists,” Partizaning.org, I developed a concept for working with the new momentum for grassroots-level change in both cities. Operating on the principle that change begins in small movements, with simple communion between strangers, I asked: Could people, barred from meeting outside, claim as public the intimate space of the home? Working in urban districts in which residents feared the loss of their homes to new regimes of luxury real estate development, I organized Sociological Party Marathons. Strangers from different parts of the city met at a predetermined point. Bringing food and drink, these strangers asked to enter the homes of local residents, to sit, have a party, and learn intimate aspects of their relationship with the area. What emerged among participants in these gatherings and subsequent workshops was a new understanding of how people perceive inequality between neighbors. The form of the party-marathon suggested both the fun and freedom of the carnival and the structured exhaustion and euphoria of an athletic race through a city. The concept demanded a great deal of trust between strangers, and courage to make public the most restricted spaces in Russian cities. As one participant who balked at the prospect of ringing a stranger’s doorbell remarked: “this boundary is the most important in a Russian’s life.”

sociological party marathon

Posted on May 3, 2012

On Sunday, May 6, 2012, as part of the city-wide Delai Sam (DIY) Urban Festival, 10-15 participants will engage in a “Sociological Party-Marathon” in the Palevsky Zhilmassiv, Saint Petersburg’s oldest cooperative community. The idea is for people to open up their homes to strangers, and to enjoy food and drinks, while they discuss important aspects of life in their community. This event is a challenge to people who want to  to get out of the routine of everyday atomization—who really want to “move” in a different, and unpredictable direction. Successful movements to change cities by the residents, depend upon a strong sense of community: people recognize that they are connected, sharing histories and come together on that basis, not just because of a threat…

gran via, 2004

Posted on August 13, 2011

George, Madrid 2004 Walking on a Friday night with John the Nigerian and George from Sierra Leone.  Jaunty, bouncing down the bright slope lit in the glare of numerous headlights.  There are no shadows.  It seems Madrid is a city without shadows, whether violently over-exposed in the long sharp daylight or blanketed in electric night, even the darkeness is bright, composed of overlapping rays of light. What is normally intimate, is here public.  Nigerian, Camerounian, Benin ladies line the “great way” calling to potential clients, in several languages offering blowjobs.  John is steely, silent as we pass each small group, but George is perenially jocular, waving as a few of the ladies call him by name: My brodda, I no see you long time,…

evidence

Posted on July 20, 2011

In January I went to White Columns to see, “Looking Back,” an exhibit surveying artwork shown in New York in 2010, curated by Bob Nickas. The work was a mix of mostly New York-based artists, young and old, living and dead. One piece that caught my attention was by Candy Jernigan: Candy Jernigan, Found Dope: Part II, 1986 (detail) Found objects on paper 28 in. x 39 in. Broken bits of used crack vials are pasted into into grid formation on a large poster, sealed behind glass, like the butterflies of a 19th century natural historian. Beneath each artifact in the grid is small even block handwriting, marking the date, time and location of its collection, e.g. June 11/Second Avenue at Third street/west side/10…

shhh! geographer at work

Posted on April 4, 2011

Last week, my friend Tom Croll-Knight, sent out this recording, which was played on the BBC. Tom is a researcher, sound artist, producer and DJ, currently living in Paris and working on the doctorate in Human Geography at The University of Sheffield, UK. This particular recording includes his field recordings of various locations in Paris, along with his own commentary, in rhyme no less! Listen up: Now this is urban research we can all get down with!

re-inscribing the city

Posted on April 2, 2011

Hey New York, I’m participating in this panel discussion next weekend, which promises to be interesting. Come out and participate, if you’re in town! Re-Inscribing the City: Unitary Urbanism and it’s Legacy Panel Discussion April 9th , 4:15-5:45pm WHERE: Judson Memorial Church (balcony) 55 Washington Square South, NYC A panel for the 5th Annual Anarchist Book Fair. From the late 1950s until about the early 1970s, a group of poets, artists, architects, students and troublemakers known as the Lettrrist/Situationist International (LI/SI) made a desperate attempt to re-inscribe the European city so that its inhabitants could break free from the bleak urban routine of work and consumption. Today some artists are still attempting to break from urban alienation, while operating on the periphery of the establishment,…

walk, walk

Posted on February 16, 2011

It’s fashion week in New York, and you know what that means… a lot of walking! I went to see Victor de Souza’s showing of his Fall/Winter 2011-12 collection at Exit Art, in Manhattan’s fashion district. Victor is my downstairs neighbor, an impeccably disheveled man who is always hard at work on Fashion, into all hours of the night. It is hard to believe how, in the death-grip of laziness, I lounge about reading and sleeping in the rooms right above his busy little workshop. I was excited to finally see the finished work, after getting glimpses here as there on visits to the apartment. I was not disappointed. See for yourself:

tel aviv in wartime

Posted on January 21, 2011

It is July 2006, and Israel is at war again with Lebanon. Terrible waves of shelling sweep over densely populated south Beirut and the Israeli army enters southern Lebanon. Small mines, shaped and colored like toys rain from Israeli planes into farmer’s fields, making a deadly harvest. Each day, missiles assail the northern Israeli towns closest to the border. There is little protection for Arab Israelis. Their communities are hit hard. An overwhelming silence about Lebanese casualties engulfs the country—a wall of support-our-troops-bomb-them-into-the-next-century rises up into the air. On Israeli television a few heartfelt cries to please stop the bombing come from Arab Israelis standing in the ruins of their neighborhood, places forgotten long before the war. I am in Tel Aviv, “Israel’s urban…

screen memory

Posted on December 20, 2010

Escaping her disgust with herself, she walks out into the night to haunt a familiar tea room—to meet a familiar stranger. An encounter with the stranger, her lover, who asks her to stay here in Hiroshima is the beginning of a slow walk through the empty streets of the night city. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me and I’ll be lost. She walks on, passing two strolling guitarists, lovers embracing in back seat of a parked car, another car slowing, almost stopping as it passes her, a lone lady in the night. The flickering of Japanese neon is cut with day-lit memories of the sober street signs marking the corner walls of her small French village. Her thoughts drift between…

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