I’m always intrigued by the beauty of architectural degradation, and I know I am not the only person who feels this way. It’s the reason we (tourists) flock to ancient architectural ruins – despite the fact that they are, well, ruined. In their degraded, fallen state, man made structures are still beautiful. And they speak of a history, without saying a word. This is true of more modern structures as well. Each exposed portion of brick, or crack in plaster, or patch of mismatched paint has a story behind it – exposing the history of the place, while giving it character.
These particular homes in Istanbul lay across the street from my room at Art City Hotel. I found them interesting, not only because of the cracks and the exposed bricks, but also the piles of broken furniture, the hanging laundry, the bright blue paint which varies from wear – all of it insinuating struggle – and then topped off on one roof with a seemingly new TV satellite in perfect condition.