A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
New Post at Chicago Patina
Check it out here. Chicago Patina will feature old posts on Saint Louis Patina that may have been missed in the past, as it gets going again after a year hiatus.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Front or Back Porches? Main Street, St. Charles
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Blanchette Chouteau Mill, St. Charles
When I was little, I loved this mill. Unfortunately, I don't think the waterwheel is real anymore, but rather the water is pumped up to the headrace and then it goes over the wheel. For a great book about mills, read David Macauley's great book on the subject.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
New Post at Roman Patina
This week, we look at the Cornaro Chapel.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Naples Cathedral
Around the corner, and through a gate, you walk up to the Cathedral of Naples. There is no broad plaza in this crowded city.In fact, I had my back to the wall of the building across the street, and I still couldn't get the entire front of the building in my shot.Around the corner is some monument to the plague ending in Naples.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Via dei Tribunali #2, Naples, Italy
The great thing about Naples is that the streets are generally auto-free, which when you look at the streets, you can probably see why.The streets are so narrow, I had to step into the doorway of a house one time to let a car pass. It's that narrow.I can almost imagine my favorite artists prowling these streets, which have not changed appearance much in the last 500 years.Yeah, the churches are a little badly maintained, with weeds growing out of them, and plastic sheets covering portions of the interior to keep plaster from hitting people in the head.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
San Paolo Maggiore, Naples
I stumbled upon the old Greek agora/Roman forum of Naples, and much to my surprise and delight, I realized the church in front of me had built around the ruins of an ancient Roman temple dedicated to Castor and Pollux.It turns out that the front of the old Roman temple was in better shape until the 1688 earthquake. All that remains are two Corinthian columns, a couple of bases, and the knowledge that there are probably more entombed in the walls of the newer church.Talk about adaptive reuse.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Porta Capuana, Naples
Wouldn't it just be easier to tear down this historic structure? I mean, we could fit more traffic lanes through the gate if it weren't there.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Rock Hill Presbyterian Church
The recent scare concerning the possible demolition of Rock Hill Presbyterian brought me back out to the church my family attended in the 1980's. Well, we didn't actually go to the Presbyterian services, but the services of the church that rented the church. Upon studying my pictures at home, I realized that the upper reaches of the church must have been replaced or added on to, as the stone does not match the lower courses of stonework. I like how the church looks like it could be in the Scottish Highlands.The church consists of two parts: an antebellum rock church rumored to have been built by slaves, and a 1950's Sunday School addition which has not aged gracefully.The coat of blue-gray paint slathered over the more recent addition has done little to hide the fact that it is in bad shape.Fairfax House I think has moved twice across Manchester Road; first from its original location to across the street from the church, and then a second time when it was moved back across Manchester a few years back.What's with that blue paint that's everywhere?
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A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.