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Robert Harding Pittman, “Dubai, UAE” (2009) (all photos courtesy the artist and Spot Photo Works)

LOS ANGELES — The list of ways the US has negatively influenced the rest of the world is long and shameful: unnecessary, interminable wars, nutritionally inane fast-food chains, a habit of wasteful consumption based on instant obsolescence. The list goes on, and one can see why at least some of our exports caught on. The notion of urban sprawl is not one of them. Surely, you’d think, a glance through snapshots of any one of our thousands of forbiddingly bland suburban communities would make a country accustomed to walkable cities, villages, and farms, architectural diversity, and efficient public transportation, politely decline. But the US has successfully exported not only the idea of sprawl, but the look of it as well, and there are communities (for a more appropriate word does not exist to describe something so decidedly anti-community) in South Korea, Greece, Spain, the UAE, France, and Germany, that no longer resemble their native cultures and could easily be mistaken for Walnut Creek.

When photographer Robert Harding Pittman was studying at the California Institute of the Arts, these developments were metastasizing all over Los Angeles; when he moved on to study in Spain, identical developments were creeping into view there. After years of photographing the preparation of the land, the erection of prefab boxes, the laying down of miles of asphalt, and the half-formed structures and detritus left when building was halted in the wake of the economic collapse, Pittman published Anonymization (Kehrer Verlag 2012). A showing of the series is up at Spot Photo Works in Los Angeles through June 16.

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Installation view of ‘Robert Harding Pittman: Anonymization’ at Spot Photo Works

Pittman wisely chose to group the photographs by stages of development rather than by location, preventing the reader from picking up on the distinctive features of each place and instead paying attention to the processes that render those locations indistinguishable from each other: Sacred Ground (first stages of ground preparation), Conversion, Prefabricated, and Aftermath. Fouled soil and gravel piles look the same in Dubai and Seoul; this or that tract housing complex could be in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, or Murcia, Spain. Abandoned structures look sad and effete in the Peloponnese Peninsula or in Alamogordo. In deliberately confusing the locales and effacing their individual characteristics, the work communicates the ruthless ideology behind developmental sprawl. The peculiarities of place — the natural environment and topography, the architectural styles, anthropological elements such as how the people of a given place have historically lived and socialized, even the local availability and sustainability of necessary resources — none of that matters. If developers seek to make their constructions attractive to an affluent clientele, one that might require access to clichéd Western one percenter hobbies like golf, they’ll make that golf course, dammit, and pump in the water for the buzz cut grass lawn whether it’s in Benidorm, Spain, or the middle of the Arabian Desert. When the money dries up or the global economy implodes, developers all abandon the projects at whatever stages they have reached with equal disregard for the desecrated landscapes. These ruins do not turn into Ostia Antica. Spilled nails stain Spanish pavements with rust, skeletons of single-family homes perch atop Grecian hillsides, palm trees planted ready-grown into Emirati yards dry out and die in the absence of the high-maintenance irrigation systems necessary to sustain them where nothing was ever meant to live.

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Robert Harding Pittman, “Lake Las Vegas Resort | Las Vegas, USA” (2010)

Yet what no doubt appears as a shameful blight on the natural world makes for elegant, even beautiful photographs, and probably more so for those whose tastes lean towards the stark and geometric. Minimalists who want to prove they have a sense of humor should buy these prints. It’s hard to believe that anything aesthetically pleasing could be found in the parking lot of Dubai’s Mall of the Emirates. But Pittman found a pristine patch in the lot where the lilac pavement is still unmarred by tread marks, where the angles of the painted white stripes and the concrete stoppers create an immaculate, yet dynamic composition — the stoppers somehow conveying speed despite their stillness, like lined-up torpedoes. A line of spookily identical houses looks like one house, seeing its own reflection in a pair of infinity mirrors. A lone, intrepid weed has sprouted against all odds in the front, or back, “lawn” or driveway (it is unclear which, as it is just sand) of one of the houses. In a vista of beiges that even bleed into the blue of the sky, this spot of green is like a rebellion; the starburst pattern of its stems and leaves look as if the plant burst out of the ground in glee, unaware of the crushing, unnatural hostility of its new surroundings.

And that is perhaps the ugliest element of sprawl, captured in these handsome photographs: it looks designed so that its ideal state is before the keys are handed over. The effects of human inhabitance, or, really, any life form’s inhabitance — the wonky lawn chairs, tire marks, unplanned plant life sprouting up willy nilly — are each a blemish on a fussy suburban model that would prefer never to leave the architect’s office. What assimilates seamlessly into the evolving, flexible aesthetic of a place that developed organically like a village or a city predating urban planning, or even one which, like New York, was “planned” around human life and movement rather than the car, looks like unfortunate intrusions upon the bleak perfection of these planned, even “master-planned,” communities. Where else would a lone tree look so out of place? Pittman includes a photograph of one slated for removal, encircled by a red fence like a crime site.

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Robert Harding Pittman, “Westridge master-planned community | Los Angeles County, USA” (2001): As many state departments of transportation in the USA do, Virginia’s classifies trees on the edge of the road as dangerous FHOs-Fixed & Hazardous Objects.

Some of this comes across in a walk through the gallery. But it’s in sitting with the book, pouring over the images, reading the explanatory notes at the back as well as essays describing the history of the suburb, the outsized influence of the fossil fuel interests, and the role Cold War paranoia played in the fashioning of the mall, that one can really get a good fury boiling. The book and its revelation — that we not only have allowed an ideology of cynical disregard for both environmental and humane values to dominate our own planning, but have aggressively spread this model around the world wherever we could — should anger us and them. In the list of achievements of which we cannot be proud, “anonymization” is near the top.

Robert Harding Pittman: Anonymization continues at Spot Photo Works (6679 West Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles) through June 16. 

Larissa Archer

Larissa Archer is a writer and theatre worker based in San Francisco. Her website is www.larissaarcher.com.

4 replies on “How Urban Sprawl Created a Homogenous and Hostile World”

  1. Excellent project. I do wish writers would stop referring to Walnut Creek as an example of this type of development. Walnut Creek has a very limited area for new building (dense apartment buildings are now going up to combat that–another architectural issue to study years from now). The city initially grew from a vibrant down town and a railroad line, which has now been converted to bike paths. And it’s surrounded by three mountain ridges, bought by the city as open space, never to be developed. Walnut Creek, although it has many examples of both baby-boomer crackerbox and ranch developments and new-money McMansions on tiny lots (but also Eichlers, which are fun[ny] looking), functions and exists more like a small town than sprawling suburb.

    A better example of sprawl might be nearby Concord, CA, where I grew up, with its privately owned rolling hills, given over to massive development, with limited infrastructure to support it. Or Vancouver, WA, a suburb of Portland, OR, which during the housing bubble, grew all out of proportion to sustainable economic realities for its inhabitants.

    Also, I hate sprawl, so bravo to Robert Harding Pittman.

  2. This sounds like a fascinating project, but I hope one won’t assume that all American suburbs look like this. On the San Francisco Bay Area Peninsula, the suburbs initially developed as small villages that were primarily vacation getaways for people who lived in the city. Homes range from over a hundred years old to brand new. In the town where I live, Burlingame, no more than ten percent of the homes are new or look anything like the homes in this project. While we have our share of strip malls, most every Peninsula town also has a traditional downtown area, which is often unique and charming.

    While I detest the kind of housing depicted in this book as much as anyone, I hope people will keep in mind that this is the type of development happening in areas where nothing has been built before. It does not represent all American suburbs, which often have grown organically like the ones I describe on the Peninsula.

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