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Carribean Fragoza Actual shopping may or may not occur. This was not necessarily Jerde's main concern. And this magic is fragile," states Jerde Partnership on their website. Perhaps the magic of Jerde's brand of placemaking is fragile, similar to the way many urban projects are fragile, its success or failure depending on many fluctuating factors.
Whether Jerde's imitators know it or not, their shopping centers can be more than business enterprises. They can also be kinds social experiments in whether they actually draw people and the nature of their engagement with the space and each other. Plaza Mexico, attempts to draw shoppers mainly by appealing to their cultural tastes and homeland nostalgia.
At the very least, it aims to attract them with theme park theatricality. The architecture and built environment brings people closer to home yet also makes their distance from it more unbearable. The structures and materials meant to represent real places in their home country are so glaringly false they only heighten one's removal from home. One is not transported by Jerde-like magic. This magic can only take place by the visitor's willingness, if not downright labor.
It takes work and a lot of want to participate in the experience that is Plaza Mexico. Pre-columbian glyphs and water fountain invite shoppers to relax. Carribean Fragoza Giant Olmec heads placed along Plaza's main corridor attract visitors who are often careful not to touch, not because of their value, but probably because they seem like they might easily become dislodged.
Yet, their surfaces are sculpted and airbrushed to imitate the texture of the heavy basalt stone deities of Southern Mexico.December indoor swapmeet stanton
Instead, they are gummy to the touch, their glaze almost sickly in the unseasonable sun. Nonetheless, people pose for photos beside them, as if they were the original objects, because the truth is, for much of the Mexican diaspora this is probably the closest they've ever come to the treasured pre-Columbian relics.
But Jerde wasn't as interested in structures as he was in the spaces between them. Plaza Mexico is a wax museum of place, and this too is entertainment. Most importantly, Jerde wanted visitors to have authentic experiences in his environments. Story continues below Pin on Pinterest Share on LinkedIn While entertainment alone does not necessarily make a successful placemaking project, one way to think of successful placemaking is by its ability to create an "authentic" social experience.
Sometimes visitors or shoppers have social experiences in part because of the built environment, and sometimes, the experiences occur in spite of it. Authenticity of experience often takes place in the spontaneous activities and unplanned structures enacted by users of a space.
At Plaza Mexico, its most authentic and spontaneous site is the chapel. Originally, there was no chapel at all, only a painting of the Virgen de Gualdalupe tucked into a discrete corner of one of the plaza corridors.
Today, within its enclosed space, you'll find two doll-sized virgins encased in glass within ornate niches. On the west wing, a painting of the Virgen de Guadalupe who is always best represented in painting rather than sculpture, for her original incarnation was in the blood of rose petals imprinted on a maguey garment hangs from the wall.
Its protective glass is beginning to blacken with so many votive candles burning at its base. And at the center is a crucifix with a very life-like Jesus that bears a dark-haired wig.
Probably made of real human hair. The two virgins also seem to have human hair beneath their tiny doll crowns and their dresses are most likely hand-stitched, made with real satin. Devotees make offerings to virgin saints at impromptu altars. Carribean Fragoza Several families enter the chapel.
They genuflect at a pew before their Christ or regional virgin of preference, and instruct their children to do the same. Then the mother or father demands that they kiss the bleeding foot of Christ. Each time, the child whimpers in fear, reluctant, ready to take flight.
Seven years old, forty pounds, three feet ten inches tall, Phoebe had two missing front teeth when she was, it increasingly seemed, abducted as she walked to school four blocks from home. When he was six, he told me, he was riding the subway alone around Moscow, going to school and walking through the city alone, reading Tolstoy. Perhaps this proclivity for caution was shepherded by the child-abduction hysteria of the eighties, the decade that saw the origination of the milk carton program.
In the span of two years, between andtwo boys were abducted while delivering newspapers in the early morning in Iowa. Other dairies across the country followed suit, and the Missing Children Milk Carton Program was established in Our kitchen table was absent of these milk cartons in the eighties.
My mother is lactose intolerant, as are up to 90 percent of Asians. I remember seeing the missing children milk cartons in the grocery store and on television, but other than a few distant sightings, I was unburdened by their ubiquity.
I say unburdened because I imagine the horror of being a child, daily besieged by images of their brethren—children their age, their gender, who perhaps bore physical resemblance to them—blinking away the early morning fog while subjected to the violence of the world.
Child abduction and violence against children seems to defy logic and order in society. In our house, growing up, instead of cereal and milk, we ate congee and drank soymilk for breakfast.
Milk has become a symbol of white pride due to its historic geographic correlation to white ethnic identity. In other words, the continents where white people originate from are statistically the most lactose tolerant areas of the world: Europe, Australia, and North America.
The politics and global economy of dairy has shifted throughout history. Once absent from the diet of Chinese consumption, dairy is now a symbol of its middle class, a western food that carries the significance of capital and power, of upward mobility and participation in a global society. As China opens to the world, in trade and commerce, so does its palate.
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Many modern Chinese parents eschew breastfeeding in favor of powdered baby formula, a manufactured food that simulates human milk. An acquaintance from Australia once mentioned that in business deals with Chinese companies, Australians now give baby formula in bulk as a gift instead of the previously preferred expensive cognac. Why would China, a country of people genetically predisposed to lactose intolerance, guzzle milk at the risk of diarrhea? The disparity between the prices of Apple products and the wages Chinese employees are paid in sweatshops, and our desire for the newest technology packaged in sleek metallic cases and the reality of its human cost, is one of cognitive dissonance, or perhaps, psychological repression.
On the first floor, I discovered, amongst other artworks, a single iPad mini mounted on a white pedestal, a dirty smock, an identity card, and a labor contract. Liao, who was born in Hubei, China, worked for twelve hours a day for forty-five days in the factory, the exact amount of time it took to earn enough wages to buy the iPad exhibited in the installation.
In Taiwan, before she came to America, my mother worked on an assembly line at Ampex, an American electronics factory in Taoyuan. Her maiden Chinese name is Tseng Fan Jui, but at the factory, all the managers were American, and could not pronounce Chinese names. My mother, along with all the Chinese factory workers, had to rename themselves according to the language of the west, despite that most of them could not speak English.
Therefore, their own names were something of a stranger to them. She named herself Connie Francis, after her favorite singer, unaware to the overwriting and suppression of her Taiwanese identity through the act of forced naming in the service of neocolonialism.
In fact, if our family had not made it out of China, we, their offspring, would probably not exist today. My grandparents are from Hubei, China, and met when they were students at Beijing University. Thinking of their position in society, a paradigm shift if there ever was one, reminds me of an article I recently read stating that a police officer cannot have a higher-than-average IQ, and can be legally rejected from joining the force for scoring too high.
They get restless, bored, and create trouble. If they had never fled to Taiwan, if they had never immigrated to America, perhaps, like my mother and the workers at Foxconn, I too would be spending twelve-hour workdays inside a factory on an assembly line staring at the nets suspended above the concrete dreaming of escape.
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The details of our lives—same age, Taiwanese immigrants, swap meet shoe seller parents, lived in South Pasadena—have left me in search of a connection between us. This is due to an instinct for storytelling that all humans have, exacerbated by my preoccupations as a writer. There is a desire that exists in me to make sense of the world. If my mother had not been so frustratingly overprotective—how I understood it at the time—I could have been the little girl missing that morning on the way to school.
On December 18,one week after Phoebe was reported missing, her body was found in a ditch near California 60 in Glen Avon, forty miles from where she was last seen in South Pasadena. An autopsy revealed that Phoebe had been sexually assaulted and strangled to death.
What trauma to her body revealed what sexual assault? Imagining the work of a forensic pathologist is to imagine an infinitude of horrors, each one opening the door to another, each one more terrifying than the last.
Before Phoebe had been kidnapped, she had lost her two front teeth, her body making way for a future that would never arrive. Carpet fibers and paint chips found on her body matched those found in a van belonging to James Bland, a year old Caucasian male who was on parole for two counts of child molestation with the use of a deadly weapon. He had been a fugitive since early January Bland, a career criminal, was in and out of prison; he was committed to a state hospital after pleading insanity for a raping, robbery, and kidnapping spree he went on.
He was repeatedly afforded the opportunities to commit violence and murder against women and children while men like Albert Woodfox, a member of the famed Angola Three, spent 43 years in solitary confinement for a murder charge that was overturned by the US Court of Appeals in Bland, who died of natural causes in prison inwas a white man.
Woodfox is African American.