We on Luxist love it when former industrial space is transformed into something luxuriously wonderful, whether it's
a hat factory transformed into condos in Connecticut, a jam factory that became
a super-cool hotel in Tasmania, or a textile mill that became
a unique art and design center in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
Recycling space that's just lying fallow makes good sense, but it's easy to forget that this gentrification is part of a larger economic story -- in fact, it's often the epilogue.
Check out
The Atlantic Monthly's latest issue for a terrific article on Manhattan's urban landscape, Benjamin Schwarz's
"Gentrification and its Discontents". It's mostly a consideration of two newer books,
Twenty Minutes in Manhattan by architect Michael Sorkin, and
Naked City, by urban sociologist Sharon Zukin, in the light of Jane Jacobs' classic book,
The Death and Life of Great American Cities -- but my favorite part is when Schwarz points out that the late, great era of creative foment in lower Manhattan that these authors (and a great many others) lament now that it's been replaced by either hugely expensive housing or international brands, was a product of economic and industrial decline:
For instance, in railing against the passing of SoHo's exhilarating, creative days-characterized by "the mix of artists, crafts-people, small manufacturers, researchers [!], as well as of commerce oriented to their needs" (a few funky bars for the artists; places like the collectively run restaurant Food)-Sorkin joins in the lamentation for "the rapid decline of the city's industrial economy." He doesn't recognize that the SoHo he yearns for was precisely the product of that rapid industrial decline, which made economically available to artists and their hangers-on all those cool industrial spaces that in more industrially vibrant times would have been used by, well, industry.
He also points out that those former days of industrial productivity, now steeped in sepia nostalgia, weren't exactly halcyon. (
Triangle Factory fire, anyone?) For example,
The Henry Jones Art Hotel's pleasant atrium, pictured above, was a former jam factory floor. The original ceiling, though, was the height of that lower cross-beam -- in its original incarnation, it was hardly the light and pleasant space it is today.