The quaint little square disrupted by a department store moving in, nestling itself between farms and gardens. The authentic becomes artificial and the artificial becomes authentic; boundaries blur. Like the reversal of a western film set, the substance now becomes the setting. Resurrected by the mall right before its final breath, the apathetic village starts to wake up and see opportunity. Actually, is the village really overwhelmed by the mall? Or was it a carefully planned trick by the villagers to bring back some life to them? A column becomes a terrace, a shop becomes a back garden.
The quaint little square disrupted by a department store moving in, nestling itself between farms and gardens. The authentic becomes artificial and the artificial becomes authentic; boundaries blur. Like the reversal of a western film set, the substance now becomes the setting. Resurrected by the mall right before its final breath, the apathetic village starts to wake up and see opportunity. Actually, is the village really overwhelmed by the mall? Or was it a carefully planned trick by the villagers to bring back some life to them? A column becomes a terrace, a shop becomes a back garden.
