I don’t know about you, but I am enchanted by the idea of airships.
There’s a new BLDGBLOG post up detailing a student’s proposal to transform Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbor into an airport for zeppelins. The student’s scheme to get the word out about the proposal is ingenious, and makes the post well worth reading, even if you don’t care about airships.
But how could you not care about airships?
They are everything that cool stuff isn’t supposed to be these days. They’re slow and ungainly. They take up a lot of space. They telegraph their technology—unlike the iPhone, which is entirely opaque and therefore near-magical, the airship is obvious. It’s a big balloon. Duh.
And yet. An NYC-to-Paris airship powered by the sun. What could be more grand?
There are, in fact, airship flights up here where I live, so you could say: “Enough with the blogposts, Sloan! Book a ticket.” But that misses the point. I don’t so much want to be in an airship as I want there to be other people in airships—lots of them—streaming in and out of San Francisco. (From the Ferry Building, naturally.)
Like this, except it wouldn’t have to be trick photography, because the airships would all just be drifting… along…