In the city space individuals and groups make statements, fight over it, contest it and transform it; leave their ‘signatures’. There is a complex, multi-layered story intertwined with the texture of every city.
Whatever happens in this physical space is social and meaningful.
Whenever someone sees graffiti on the wall it makes them think: who did it and why? Why is the message presented in this particular form? Is its subject a social taboo? May it be politically incorrect?
Whenever someone sees a new, massive building construction they may wonder: how does it fit into the landscape of the city? Who is it designed for? Whose power and influence made it happen? Who are the losers in this game?
Whenever someone sees a person performing in the streets they ask themselves series of questions: where is this person from? Are they making a statement or merely try to make a living? Why did they choose this place?
Whenever someone sees an object so out of the context in the streets of the city, like for instance… an inflatable sofa… they don’t just pass by indifferently.
We place our sofa in different areas and talk to different people about their perception of the city. The sofa is easy to carry, so we can take it with us for a tour of
The photographs and fragments of conversations below are the account of the first (of what we hope to become a series) ‘sofa tete-a-tete’ in Moda, Kadıköy, Asian side of
Moda á la mode
Lazy Sunday afternoon, Turkish breakfast, or more of a brunch actually: crusty, grilled bread, a selection of cheese, tomato, cucumber, olives, menemen (scrambled eggs á la turca), honey and kaymak (clotted cream); and last but not least hectolitres of Turkish tea.
Having had six cups of the latter a walk towards the historical ferry landing is a must. The boats were moored along both sides of the pier and the locals were able to benefit from fairly clean sea until the beginning of the 1980-ties. At present, due to water contamination (let’s face it!
Long gone is the beach (a long strip of which used to be allocated for the female part of
A walk towards Bostancı (nay… skip ‘towards’ and make it ‘to’ Bostancı. In the end it’s just a dozen kilometres away!) is one of the nicest walking routs in the city. You can admire the
Moda is a green, old and quiet part of Kadıkoy. This cosmopolitan district is one of the most desired residential destinations in
These are the streets of Moda, that the route of historical tram (Nostalji Tramvayı) cuts through; here you can have a cup of freshly brewed tea in a çay bahçesi (lit. tea garden) and cherish the sunsets with Aya Sofya, Topkapı palace and Sulanahmet in the background. Unforgettable!
However, even in such idyllic, picturesque place big city traffic and tumult cannot be avoided. More and more often old building are demolished and replaced by new blocks of flats, as the population keeps rising. Finding a parking spot has become a nightmare, particularly at the weekends, when Moda is under siege of day trippers. It’s no surprise that inhabitants of different neighbourhoods also want to enjoy a walk along the seaside and a lazy afternoon in one of the çay bahçesi with the view of The Sea of Marmara…
I’ll be honest; my relationship with Moda is very special. I used to live here for a year and it is most definitely one of my favourite places in
(by: mor cadı)
Damla: The first thing related to
Damla: One of my early childhood memories is when my family and I were driving to Bakırköy. I was 7 years old at the time. It was a rainy day. Suddenly sewage pit overflow brought a dead mouse to the surface…
Serdar: My life is so boring and monotonous that I don’t really have any memories… (laughter)
Umut: Everything I’ve ever experienced happened in
Esra: I'm from
Esra: Since the place you were born in is a matter of luck rather then a choice, I feel lucky having the chance of growing up in Istanbul.
Bora: But the traffic is a nightmare… the speed, the cars…
Esra: But come on, we have to think positive! (laughter)
Gülseren: I don’t love
Nevzat: It can be the best place to be, provided you have friends and relatives to back you up. However, I only see the negative side of the city. Even though the day has 24 hours, the devil pulls the strings 25 hours a day, here in
Maria (Germany): I enjoy taking a ferry in
My best memory? That would be my friend's wedding party, yesterday in Taksim. It was beautiful because it wasn't pretentious at all. You could tell they were really in love.
is quite different then it used to be. I remember when I went to Sultanahmet and to the Istanbul with my family. I really love these places. Maiden Tower