Industrial neighborhoods are the bustling backstage of a city, like the private areas of a colossal opera house where craftsmen, laborers, and visionaries conspire day and night to fabricate ease and beauty for those seated on the other side. Behind the scenes of a metropolis, a theater's catwalks, pulleys, and tricks of light are replaced by wide, cluttered roads, heavyweight grease, and loud machinery lumbering in and out of towering garage doors, but the result is the same: a seemingly effortless spectacle provided for the paying public. I don't think you can actually love a city until you've become intimate with its industrial zones; until you've trailed your toes along its warehouse districts and waterfronts and run your hand through its frayed edges. As... More >>>