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HOW TO RADICALIZE THE BABY BOOMERS IN YOUR LIFE
Laura Oldfield Ford analyses the increasing reversal of the suburb and the inner city for a text to accompany her new exhibition, Seroxat, Smirnoff, THC held at the Stanley Picker Gallery in Kingston. Laura is an artist and the writer of the acclaimed put 'n' paste zine Savage Messiah. The show will be running from 9th October to the 29th November and will be accompanied by two "drifts" around the Ballardian landscapes of suburban Surrey on Saturday 25 Oct and Wed 12 November.
..the suburbs are self medicating..
The suburb is the new inner city, a reversal has taken place. Once maligned areas like Brixton, Hackney and Clapham have become the chic residences of a new bouregoisie; spaces once open for experimentation and drifting have been locked down and sealed off; squatting has become illegal, being on the dole means attending endless time wasting courses constructed to please Mr and Mrs Ukip in Middle England...time has been co opted, we no longer have time to wander and dream in a city where exorbitant rents take all your wages.
Brutalist architecture has haunted my life. It has always been there as an obsession, an enduring, compelling aesthetic, and a site of possibilty and emergence. When I was a child we moved house quite a lot, the cast always reshuffled alongside a changing landscape.
I remember journeys along the A64 to visit my Dad. I must have been six or seven. We would drive through Leeds past the tower blocks of Seacroft, through the tunnels with their mosaics and orange lights, the International pool, Merrion Centre and Quarry Hill flats. The brutalist architecture of Leeds indelibly marked me; these journeys were emotionally heightened, suffused with a kind of sublime anxiety.
My early memories of family life are embedded in the black stone terraces, 70s new builds and post war council estates of West Yorkshire. Later we moved to a street of 1930s red bricks houses in Scarborough. Brutalist architecture seemed transcendent, totally beyond the microworlds I inhabited in my Grandma's semi detached house.