400 Market Street
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It all began when that shitbird 400 Market building was being built. Having to shoehorn some Percent-for-Art action into the design, they got noted Italian sculptor Constantino Nivola on the job. He was the father of sandcasting, making reliefs out of blocks of sand and concrete. People the world over loved the shit so he basically spent most of his life making shit out of sand. The ugly ass sculpture in the picture above was installed in 1970.
You want to know the worst part? THE WORST? This piece of shit sculpture has an Extended Edition! In the lobby of 400 Market Street, there's a 42-foot-long steel-reinforced sand and concrete wall relief also dedicated to the American secretary!!! That's crap. I tried to take a picture of it but the security guard was an asshole and went apeshit over me taking pictures in there. That security guard must be pretty tough because the Smithsonian American Art Museum's online inventory of public art doesn't even have a picture of it. Well, fuck yall, I have a crappy black and white photo of the whole thing from 1974:
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Dedicated to the American Secretary? Is there one secretary in the whole goddamn world who would appreciate this? They could have put up a sculpture of a typewriter eating its own ass out and it would have been more appropriate. This sandheap is an insult. There was no reason to go with this Constantino guy. One of his other wall reliefs already existed at a building at UPenn for 9 years at the time this piece of shit was installed. What a crock-a-shit.
As someone who is basically a secretary (ahem, assistant), I'd like to think that this is really a secretary secretly giving her boss the finger and it was designed by Constantino's secretary.
ReplyDeleteYet another awful one-percent-for-shit CF. I propose a 2-percent-for-demolition tax for every city-issued demo permit henceforth to take down these public eyesores scarring our wonderful Green Country Towne.
ReplyDeleteehh I like the relief, It's like brancusi by picasso mixed with someone else I can't remember.
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