A couple of nights ago, I was on the top floor of a parking garage near my day job, as usual. The light was full of Fall, that golden tone lying low in the sky that is like nothing else I’ve ever seen.
There’s always a little camera in my bag and it seemed one of those right times to play.
Here in the Big Windy, we have lots and lots of skyscrapers. Old ones. New ones. Here’s two of my favorites. Sometimes, I pretend that big temple-like crown on the vintage scraper is my hut, my very own pavilion. My penthouse hanging high above the skyline, overlooking Lake Michigan and the world below.
To really see the below when you’re 10 stories up you have to do a little ledge hanging but the view is its own reward. This is Wabash Ave. and the El.
New. Old. Old. New.
The city is full of it; everywhere you look is an amalgamation of the evolution of Urban. From the reach for the sky of the buildings themselves, it grows and grows. What it loses in ornamentation, it gains in bombasity, in shape in function.
One of my favorite and newest buildings I can spy from my parking perch is a hotel. Its name is the Wit and indeed it delivers bold humor, even to my little pocket cam. It hosts a skyline bar that is like nothing else in Chicago, half covered, half open to the nightside stars. But my favorite is the hanging living room off the bar with glass walls. It has the best view of the fabulous Pritzker Pavilion in Millenium Park and the Lake beyond.
But that’s a story for another day.
Today, Chicago’s buildings stand together and salute as the world watches. Big Shoulders indeed. We can carry it. 2016.