A grey day in DC with low expectations of what this public art festival might bring... Down at Navy Yards in the brisk breeze I eventually saw the giant doors on this shed being slid open to reveal an amazing post-Olympic installation that marks a moment of 1968 black power and looks quite fabulous in itself, amongst the rising chic apartments and river walkways.
Then across the river into Anacosta, an area of deep social deprivation however there is vision too and the Gateway Pavilion by Davis Brody Bond architects was quite startling stylish, sympathetically human and a nightmare to locate! The tables, benches and stages were made of palette layers that could be re-stacked for whatever purpose you fancied.
