First I though the image was ironic; then I thought it was a metaphor for our situation and now I’m not sure so I’m going to call it an ironic metaphor.
(If you’re having trouble understanding that just think of the diner scene from Pulp Fiction where Samuel L. Jackson ponders Eziekiel)
All around Ireland we have fantasitc developments of glass and steel, beautiful apartments, shiny and clean.
All that is missing are the tall, thin stick figure people who normally occupy these sorts of dream buildings.
For, you see, they are all empty.
They all now sit as ‘assets’ in a government agency known as NAMA.
Assets but empty.
This photograph shows the inside of one such folly – a building in Cork known as The Elysian – as if that name would make it more exotic – You can’t polish shit as I always tell myself.
The art students have constructed a fully working shop (you should see the inside of it) out of cardboard and I’m sure that somewhere in my brain after several pints of beer the flimsy carboard shop represents something to do with consumerism being the new religion and siting it in an empty skyscraper means something else as well.