Rough Draft for Final Argument

Underground Atlanta, built and opened in 1969, was a retail and entertainments district. The site was mostly built on the idea to bring a public night life scene to the heart of the city. However in 1980, the district closed due to the construction of the MARTA transit station and later reopened at the end of the decade. During this time, the area was revamped and then placed on the National Register of Historic Places by civic and business leaders. However, due to its location and design, the historic site has begun to fail among attraction and business in recent years.

Underground Atlanta is located at the heart of Atlanta right before Woodruff Park, connected to the Atlanta Five Points MARTA Stations. Its location connected to the station could be one of the factors as to why it’s set for failure. One would believe that because the site is connected to a stopping point of transit stations that people who take these would think to go through the underground shopping area. However, most would probably avoid it nowadays due to some speculation. Because those that are assumed to take and rely on public transportation (i.e., the middle and lowers working class), the subject and fear of violence and crime is speculated to occur. Although the area itself is not meant to bring this and is set to be a family-friendly daytime facility and then a nightlife hangout, the latter seems to be one of the reasons for its failure.

Because the late night club came into effect among the 1970s, Underground Atlanta contributed to this by attempting to attract the goers of these nightlife events to its venues. Because over the half of Atlanta’s population is of African Americans, this tactic was used to attract that main particular audience. And since the black community was mainly targeted as the general audience for Underground Atlanta, white counterparts would feel unsafe to step into the district due to the rise of crime and violence that would most likely occur. Even though the area is set to be a lively attraction despite its dark location, excessive crime rates have caused attraction to stir away and business to close down. According to Galen Frysinger, on the wake of the Rodney King trial in 1992, the area was looted and destructed by rioters causing a 40% decline in sales. Because of this, marketing campaigns were used to restore a positive public image but still barely made it even during the time of the 1996 Olympics.

Violence and crime wasn’t the only thing driving tourists and potential business away, but the businesses themselves would set to leave the district. From my own visits to the districts, most of them are minority-owned merchants consisting of small businesses in an urban area. The amount of potential customers and consumers vary from time to time but to my own speculation, an average amount of visitors wander around the area in the daytime. I’ve yet to see what the area is like in the night time but however, due to my own safety and paranoia, even if I were to be with somebody, the desertedness of the area, especially at night is something I would avoid. It would seemed to me that because these are small minority-owned businesses that they’re usually have multiple sales and promotions going on with their items at reasonable prices to attempt to persuade potential customers to purchase their products. I would recommend to somebody to even consider shopping at Underground Atlanta because of the “cute” and inexpensive princes they have down there. However, because it only takes so much for small businesses to thrive, half of the merchant stores in Underground is set to be leased and is closed down. According to Michael Epps’ (2016) blog posts, he discussed with merchants about the decline of business in the area and they responded by explaining that the stores would relocate to other areas such as Midtown Atlanta or mall outlet facilities. I can tell you that the only major businesses I’ve seen in Underground Atlanta is Journeys and Foot Locker (including Kid Foot Locker), both of which are major show stores that carry major shoe brands. And even when I visited Journeys once my visit there, there were barely any potential consumers in the store comparing the the smaller businesses. Not only had the major businesses relocated out the district, one is particular, The World of Coca-Cola closed their Underground Atlanta location and relocated near Centennial Olympic Park in 2007. the reason as to the relocation might have been if brought into a more open and public area that the business wouldn’t be near where the crime was as well as to protect its own positive public image by no longer being among associations of such crimes.

Afar from its crimes, its businesses leaving and declining, many efforts have been made to keep the district from closing a second time. In 2004, bars within the facility were allowed to have a 4 AM closing time which is 90 minutes later than the rest of the city. Also, due to its locations, once again, although the area is blocks away from other major sites, its  surroundings have also stirred people away from visiting. Surrounded by abandoned buildings and struggling and homeless individuals have caused the area to appear as a dead zone. The only time when the area would be highly populated is on the turn of the new year of the annual Peach Drop that has been effective since its reopening in 1989. Although recent news that covered the drop may not occur due to the district dying out and the decline of business, other new sources have stated that the area is being brought by real estate for $8.8 million. According to Katie Lelsie (2014) of WSB 95.5 FM Radio, the major of Atlanta, Kasim Reed, would have sold the district to a developer from South Carolina for $25.75 millions to convert the area into a mixed-use environment with grocery stores and above-ground apartments to strike business in. Although this concept seems like a grand idea to bring back businesses and potential and even then, residential, consumers to the district, it would still be surrounded by the abandonment of other buildings casting a shadow of potential violence and crime to occur.

But because half of the area is closed down, that doesn’t mean violence and crime have circulated recently. Among my very few visits within the area, there would be security guards looking about the closed areas stopping any potential trespassers. I’ve personally have face two separate times where I hadn’t realized there areas we weren’t allowed to be in let alone sit in. The first one occurred in late September where I as with my friend taking photographs of her for a personal photography project. We were among the same level where the food court was, only along the bridges and terraces outside where some of the nightclubs would be located at. While walking down some stairs, a security guard warned us that we couldn’t go down there nor take pictures down there because the area was closed. The second incident happened where me and two of my friends went to Underground because one of them was the photographer taking pictures for a photoshoot while me and other were the subjects. While we were in the food court, we were in a further area that was still connected to the main food court but was being watched over by two security guards. While the food court was open and although no one but there three of us including the two guards were in that back area, they came up to us and informed us that we would have to speak to management to take pictures in that one are because it was closed down.

Now among these two incidents, the first one did not upset me or my friend because I was just going with whatever areas I could find to take pictures in. However, the second one upset all of us. The reason the latter upset us all because we found it unfair that they wouldn’t even let us use that area to take pictures in. We weren’t being whining or complaining about it because we also discussed how if we were to take pictures at Underground Atlanta and post them among social media and if people inquired about where the pictures were taken that when we told them that it’d be a promotion for the area bringing exposure and advising others to go check out the area themselves not only to take pictures but to go as tourists and eventually as regular visitors.

Because of that incident, violence or crime, or the dead zone ghosttown-like abandonment of the area wouldn’t be the main things that have driven people away from visiting the attraction, but the closed down locations and of being stirred away from certain areas has ceased the tourist attraction experience from expanding the areas, documenting them and recommending and sharing to others to follow suit. While Underground Atlanta still has that golden vintage-like interior, design and experience to become lively again from time to time, whether if it’s during the nightlife or towards the end of the year for the Peach Drop, it’s still a worn out, dark and dreary but nostalgic area that wants to bring people in but also sometimes force them to enter and stay out.

I Need My Space, Georgia State.

For the past few days, what feels like weeks, I’ve been avoiding people. And it’s not because they have done something to me as to where I cannot stand to be in the site or presence of them, it’s because I just do not want to be around them.

I’m an introvert, but this post is more about me being an introvert.

Going to an exposed and open campus like Georgia State University is great because everything I need is practically right outside my dorm, the classroom halls, right down the street, and a couple of blocks down in the city.

However, lately I felt as though I can’t sit anywhere without feeling like I have to pay for something, such as a restaurant, even if I’m there just to study and request for a free cup of water. But walking around looking for a quiet place to sit ALONE is nearly impossible because there’s not that many closed out places in which students, such as myself, can sit alone.

Take the library for instance. Yes, there are mini cubicles on the the upper floor levels, but even those cubicles are connected with another meaning that even if you don’t interact with another student that’s sitting right across from you, you’re not alone even in your own space. In the second floor of the library near the computers, there’s loveseats arranged in groups of four with a table in between two that are facing the other two. Now, I have sat in these seats from time to time, however, it’s kind of awkward trying to chill in your own little space whenever

1) you can hear everything a group of students is discussing sitting right behind in the other set of chairs

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2) when another student or even a group of students sit in the same organized roundabout where you are.

Also, the student center plays a part on the structure as well. When you walk around the first floor of the student center, even though it is more larger and open than the library, there’s still that structure of chairs in groups of four with a table in the center. Now, many students take advantage of these chairs by scooting them away from the others and into their own little spaces, but still there’s that notion where even if you’re still not interacting with one another, you’re still together. Head to the second floor, there’s no four chairs and one table but more so benches and tables. However, all the way to the third floor, there is a row against one wall where it’s just chairs with attachable desks aligned. Usually, this is where most students would sit by themselves and spread out from one another, but it’s still in a sense of togetherness despite the lack of interaction.

Sometimes, I don’t feel like sitting in the chairs being surrounded by other people, and I’m sure some students feel the same way. When I go to the library, I (and a couple of other students I have seen) will sit in between the bookshelves to develop my own sacred breathing space from other people. When I go into the student center, it’s really hard to find an area to just sit alone so usually I’ve stir away from it. In my dorm, if my one of my roommate is in the room, I’ll sit in the lobby depending on how crowded it is or isn’t. And usually when students come in to find space to sit in the lobby, even if it was just one person like me in a booth, in a table with three other chairs, or on one of the small couches on the very back, they would stir away and look for another area to sit.

So, it’s not the students that’s bothering me. It’s not necessarily the structure of the chairs used for “chillin'” that bothering me either. It’s the demand I have for wanting to be in my own sacred and little space.

So it’s not you, GSU. It’s me.

FBED: Centennial Olympic Park

 

Sitting down on Centennial Olympic, the noises you mostly hear is either the multiple conversations of other people, the splashing water of the water fountains, car tires roaring and screeching against the paved streets and the bell-like sounds alerting you that the Atlanta Streetcar is nearby. So when I took this video, I mostly wasn’t trying to get a particular sound, but what the area is surrounded with from multiple sounds going off all at once. In this video, you can also hear even the slight heaviness of the wind as it picks up because that time of the year has come: fall. And with fall, comes the wind as well.

In this video, you also are able to see a skyline view of the city of Atlanta itself from the eyes of Centennial. You are able to see Skyview, the ferris wheel, in the center move. Also, there are two things that pass through in the video: a flock of birds and a man walking by. By doing this, I captured a major sight of the city looking upon the city.

PSR: Centennial Olympic Park

One of the brief yet most cherished memories I had a child visiting Atlanta was playing in the water fountains at what I didn’t know was at Centennial Olympic. Transferring to Georgia State University, I was eager to visit places that were said to be near the Atlanta campus. So the day before classes began for the semester, one of my roommates and I walked from our dorm all the way down to the park and right then and there my childlike heart was full as I stepped into the park. We sat on the grass and just relaxed as I was also very impressed how close everything was to the park: Skyview, World of Coke, the Georgia Aquarium, CNN and Philips Arena.

Self-timer selfie I took the day I visited Centennial Olympic Park since my childhood.

Self-timer selfie I took the day I visited Centennial Olympic Park since my childhood. August 21, 2016.

And ever since that day, I would go visit the park as often as I could or when I felt the need to step away from campus for awhile. This past weekend, I visited the park again and sat down on one of the concrete infrastructure that was near the steps of the far side of the park near the Embassy Suites and wrote in my journal. I took pictures and panoramas of the area.

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Pictures and panoramas I took at Centennial Olympic Park. October 1, 2016.

Just recently yesterday, I went back to the park after my last class that was at Aderhold. This is something I’ve been meaning to do for the past couple weeks since classes started. It was a quick five minute walk and when I arrived, the park wasn’t as full as it usually is with families. I walk over to the granite and concrete bench area that sat right before the water fountains and usually while I saw mostly children around this area playing in the water, this time I saw grown ups and adults playing with them and taking pictures in front of them. It was like their childlike playful instincts took over and with the nearly emptiness of the park, it was a perfect opportunity to play in the park.

Visiting Centennial has become one of my favorites things so far while living in Atlanta. I love visiting the park on deserted days like how it was yesterday and even on busy days such as during the weekends. It brings me a childlike wonder just like that most cherish memories I have when I was younger and was playing at the water fountains at the park.

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Picture of the water fountains at Centennial Olympic Park I took yesterday when I visited the park after my last class. October 3, 2016.

FBED: The High

Stepping outside the train station being greeted by vibrantly painted wooden furniture, on my left, two men were laid on chairs under an umbrella snoozing the peaceful Sunday away. On my right, another man was sitting on a bench in front of a acrylic painted piano. And then another, who was nowhere near the furniture, was guiding drivers inside motor vehicles where to park towards a parking deck. Walking across the street and then up the stairs hearing the bass of music playing, once I reached the top, I saw families taking pictures of the painted figurines that were scattered around the quad. Further back towards where the bass was coming from, there was band of musicians in colorful tribal clothing. The audience in front of them seemed to be enjoying their rhythmic tunes and they were clapping along to the beat of the music.

As I walked into the High Museum of Art, it was mostly crowded with families alike and authority. Once I received my admission, thankful that it was a free day and I didn’t have to spend nearly $17 for it, I followed the bodies that headed to where I assumed the artifacts would be. Walking through an open door, on my right there was a painted exterior of what looked as though inspired by a classic children’s book I haven’t read since my younger years. As I kept going straight, there was an area for families and their small children to sit at as one of the employees were engaging with them in a performance to teach the little ones things about art.

For it being my first time into the High Museum, I didn’t necessarily knew where to go or what to see other than from I constantly see from peers posting on social media such a Twitter. Tumblr, and Instagram. Once I saw people coming up and down from ramps and followed a couple of signs here and there, I went up the first ramp and walked into the European and Early American Art sections at the second level.

Also, because I don’t usually stumble upon art galleries or museums as much I would like to, I didn’t know if there was a certain way people were to look at art. I knew that everybody does it differently. I would believe that the galleries would be full of scholars observing and possibly discussing with one another what’s the interpretation of such pieces, but I reckon that’s a stereotype I was taught to believe. The first gallery that caught my eye was one that held pottery items. There was two young girls already in there, and once I begin to kill time waiting for my friend to arrive, they left the small gallery. So there I was, alone in a section of the museum. It wasn’t intimidating; however, I just didn’t want to be seem bored although the arts is something is something I’m greatly fond of. Besides, I’ve been wanting to attend this museum since I first heard of it. So as my anxious body slowly walks through a small gallery of porcelain values, I skimmed the details of them and read their descriptions as well. Once I was finishing my observation, a small Asian family came into the gallery. As I was existing, a small boy was whimpering with tears as the mother stooped down in eye level to seek what was wrong with her son.

As I waited for my friend to arrive, I walked through the European Art section. Some of the people I passed through were friends following each other, others were taking pictures of their friends in front of the art pieces, more families with young ones and mothers demanding their children not to run in the museum and then there was a young woman taking a selfie with one of the pieces as well. As I began to walk through the American Art section, there was a woman taking pictures of her two children in front of these life-sized portraits of Native American Indian chiefs and generals. Around the gallery, a couple security guards were patrolling the area. Walking further, I got nervous and intimidated wanting to take a picture of this vanity with a board on the center horizon of its mirror because of the people around me including this one security, who probably wouldn’t have cared because she must have seen thousands of young adults and teenagers done it before, but still I was immensely intimated.

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Once my friend finally arrived, we skipped the third floor and went straight to the fourth floor where all the Contemporary, Folk and Modern Art was held. First, we went through the Folk Art section, and he had me stand in front of a colorful quilt taking my picture with his camera and he had me do the same for him. Apparently, he was standing so close to it that he actually touched it without knowing and a security guard was nice enough to request him to be careful about it. Then as we wandered on, we walked into this giant exhibit room showcasing Walter Evans’ photography. At one point, I saw a young man drawing the face of one of his photographs while passing through. Once we finished walking around that level of the museum, we decided to walk down a block or two up until we requested an Uber to ride back to campus.

Going to the High for the first time and seeing people just minding their own selves on a Sunday afternoon was a great experience. I believe it’s usually quieter on the weekdays so possibly if I ever do decide to go during then, I will be able to explore more, read more and feel more comfortable taking selfies on and with the artifacts and masterpieces. For a Sunday at the High, there was a lot of families around so I’m guessing that’s usually a special day for families to come and enjoy themselves and together. At one point, I saw a small group of students with their teacher talking about certain pieces. A variety of people come to the High, families, students, teachers, friends, artists and scholars. I think that’s something really amazing about art is that it brings people together in a way.

PSR: The High

Once I stepped off the escalator exiting the station, Arts Center, I turned on my heel and walked another flight of stairs to get to my destination. I kept following the arrows that stated “Woodruff Arts Center” and “High Museum of Art” and the very second I stepped off the top step, around the corner was this stain glass mural.

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Along the corner from where I took this picture, a man was playing on a acrylic painted piano. I’ve heard recently that such vibrantly painted pianos were placed all over in different areas in Atlanta where people are free to play music to bring peace, joy and musical wonders throughout the city. Somehow I wondered if that was in the Five Points station I departed from earlier because I recall hearing a piano playing while waiting for the train.

Following the arrows, I’m met by the sun and greeted by colorfully painted chairs and tables that surrounded the piano. Once I cross the street and walk up another flight of stairs, on my right were painted shapes and figures, music playing, tents set up and families all around taking pictures of their children enjoying such figures. On my left was the entrance to the museum. I walk in and up to the admissions desks, and right when I take my wallet out the employee gives me a sticker informing me that it was a free day. (I saved $17, YES!)

While I waited about thirty minutes for my best friend to appear, I walked around the second level where the European and some of the American Art were held. Some of the masterpieces fascinated me including this vanity that separated my body with its various mirrors.

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Once my friend finally arrived, he wanted to go straight to the Contemporary and Modern section which was at the very top level. So I skipped viewing the third level proceeding to the fourth and along the way I took advantage of taking pictures of the skyline and the skyview window up above the museum.

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Walking through the Contemporary and Modern art section, I finally got to see artwork that I’ve seen people took selfies with from Instagram. And of course, me and my friend did our part to contribute to the trend.

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Below is my friend, Jordan.

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Seeing these artworks for the first time not through a touchscreen device on a social network really sparked something within me. I feel as I can accomplish anything and soak up so much creativity and innovations walking through galleries. What was really amazing was being able to read the stories and inspirations behind most of the artists’ works. This was my first time at the High, and it was such a relaxing experience on a Sunday afternoon. I do plan on coming here another day, hopefully when it’s another free day, maybe when they have their teen night, possibly writing and maybe even start drawing the art myself as I saw a few young artists doing while I was there.