So Airports Are Kind Of Their Own Spaces, But Also Kind Of Tied To Where They Are?


We’ll start off with the full disclosure by confessing that without Greg Lindsay we wouldn’t be here, relishing our bloggery. We’re tragically looking ahead to three weeks without parties as Greg has decided to explore the one thing that has confused, interested, and ensorceled architects, thinkers, and writers since the publication of the seminal work “Coffee, Tea, or Me?”.


JK! It’s all about like the airport and the strange reality that exists between spaces on the ground and spaces on the air and how there’s this whole other world with its own rules and its own reality and its own marketing and its own pretty much everything. He’s on some crazy airport tour, writing about it over at AdAge. Blogging about it, even. Hoping to discover what exactly that fascinating interstitial reality he’s calling Airworld entails.

Back when we were interning and really for real homeless instead of just kind of polemically so, we photocopied a lot of pages of a book called Naked Airport. It was interesting. All about the airport. We were a little cranky about it as we thought it’d be totally titillating but it’s all right — turns out we’re cool with bait and switch titles.

So it’s only Day 2 of Greg’s airport-apalooza so we’re as in the dark as you, kids, but stay with us, and him, as he deepthinks himself across the world. Totally unironically, and our final word, airports and airport culture are actually fascinating. We’re psyched.