Comments on: Bankrupt Offices Photography by Phillip Toledano http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/ The Neat Side of the Web Wed, 25 Nov 2009 01:06:39 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Parker http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/comment-page-1/#comment-572495 Parker Sun, 25 May 2008 20:44:02 +0000 http://www.neatorama.com/?p=16429#comment-572495 This was the least annoying flash site for photography I've seen though. And yeah, photos often get yanked and sold to sites that let people buy them for their own use. The flash site is better than an ugly watermark. This was the least annoying flash site for photography I've seen though. And yeah, photos often get yanked and sold to sites that let people buy them for their own use. The flash site is better than an ugly watermark.

]]> By: tigergal39 http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/comment-page-1/#comment-571752 tigergal39 Sun, 25 May 2008 13:19:52 +0000 http://www.neatorama.com/?p=16429#comment-571752 I agree Sue, it is annoying. They may do it so people don't copy the pictures. Annoying none the less. I agree Sue, it is annoying. They may do it so people don't copy the pictures. Annoying none the less.

]]> By: Sue Dunham http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/comment-page-1/#comment-571464 Sue Dunham Sun, 25 May 2008 12:11:48 +0000 http://www.neatorama.com/?p=16429#comment-571464 Pet peeve. Why is every single photographer's website built with annoying flash video? Pet peeve. Why is every single photographer's website built with annoying flash video?

]]> By: soubriquet http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/comment-page-1/#comment-571264 soubriquet Sun, 25 May 2008 10:27:47 +0000 http://www.neatorama.com/?p=16429#comment-571264 I work for a company that rents out industrial and commercial space. I see this all too often. A closed weaving mill that supported a community for over 150 years, desk drawers filled with personal posessions, walls with collages of group outings, christmas parties, weddings, babies, of people at their workplaces, tables I can see as the wind blows through the broken windows, shuffling the once-vital papers. It's sad. Buildings full if ghosts. I work on them, we rebuild, subdivide, people come in again, voices, laughter, relationships, a whole new cycle. Then the stunned morning. A locked door. A notice pinned to it. Raised voices, tears. People with pride in their work, a good product, plenty of demand, but for some reason they cannot understand, suddenly it's gone. Cancel the holiday. The new car will have to go back...I see the faces. "What will I do?" The old buildings, they belonged to an era where a job could be for life, where generations of families worked together, old Rose, she started in the 1930s, minding a machine, under the eye of her own grandmother, and look now, Louise, her grand-daughter, clicking through the offices on power-heels, with her laptop, and her overnight case, flying out to Zurich to complete a multi-million pound deal. No more though. The offices are apartments now, the factory flattened, those old stones scored by iron wheels and horse's hooves, all gone. I work for a company that rents out industrial and commercial space. I see this all too often.
A closed weaving mill that supported a community for over 150 years, desk drawers filled with personal posessions, walls with collages of group outings, christmas parties, weddings, babies, of people at their workplaces, tables I can see as the wind blows through the broken windows, shuffling the once-vital papers.

It's sad. Buildings full if ghosts.
I work on them, we rebuild, subdivide, people come in again, voices, laughter, relationships, a whole new cycle.
Then the stunned morning. A locked door. A notice pinned to it. Raised voices, tears.
People with pride in their work, a good product, plenty of demand, but for some reason they cannot understand, suddenly it's gone. Cancel the holiday.
The new car will have to go back...I see the faces. "What will I do?"
The old buildings, they belonged to an era where a job could be for life, where generations of families worked together, old Rose, she started in the 1930s, minding a machine, under the eye of her own grandmother, and look now, Louise, her grand-daughter, clicking through the offices on power-heels, with her laptop, and her overnight case, flying out to Zurich to complete a multi-million pound deal.
No more though. The offices are apartments now, the factory flattened, those old stones scored by iron wheels and horse's hooves, all gone.

]]> By: Parker http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/24/bankrupt-offices-photography-by-phillip-toledano/comment-page-1/#comment-570179 Parker Sat, 24 May 2008 23:25:30 +0000 http://www.neatorama.com/?p=16429#comment-570179 Ugh. What makes this even more depressing is that those pictures look like every cubicle-land office I've worked in. Ugh. What makes this even more depressing is that those pictures look like every cubicle-land office I've worked in.

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