Tel Aviv Central Station - A time capsule
"When I look at the photographs, I am suddenly confronted with beauty in the new Central Station, a vast grotesque structure, concrete pillars growing from the fourth floor"
The new central station in Tel Aviv, open to the public since 93. A huge seven-story building, each floor a kind of maze leading to different levels, where a stranger has to use Waze to reach one of the exit gates scattered on the lower floors. I discovered the station with a good friend at the age of 15, somewhere in the early 2000s, on the way to Tel Aviv or as a destination station for fun days. These were days when there were still stalls and shops active on most station floors. In those days, we found employment for hours in a building detached from a sense of time and daylight up until we approached the bus docks.
Since the announcement of the decision to demolish the Central Station building, I have wanted to document its final moments before it is over. The active commercial floors are the 4th and 6th floors, slowly emptying. Although the station's evacuation has been postponed to 2025, the experience of visiting the Tel Aviv Mall feels almost post-apocalyptic, entire floors abandoned, only graffiti and dust adorning the walls. In between, passers-by, or visitors who come to the food market on the 4th floor, to the made in china textile shops, or glittering plastic jewelry stands, and creepy guys in the darker corners of the building.
"Noam becomes an imaginary urban figure who accompanies me in recent years as inspiration for the silhouettes and clothes"
The central station is a time capsule, you can see advertisements on peeling posters from the 1990s and 2000s pasted with wallpaper paste on the mosaic walls, and they seem to be there as long as the walls continue to stand. A peek into the shops and barbershops that closed years ago reveals old equipment if the store has not been converted into a plastic art display gallery. On my tour with Noam, the model we came to darker and less dim corners, which seem to have been forgotten by the public consciousness.
The knits I chose to photograph are knits from the "Wild knitting" series, wild-intuitive knitting that affects the knit structure and the color choices of the yarn. Moments in the reality of the microcosm at Central Station The product that is very much characterized by this magic that Central Station offers are images in which Noam becomes an imaginary urban figure who accompanies me in recent years as inspiration for the silhouettes and clothes I make- A means of mediating me to the world.
When I look at the photographs, I am suddenly confronted with beauty in the new Central Station, a vast grotesque structure, concrete pillars growing from the fourth floor to the ceiling somewhere on the seventh floor, colorful shops and people of wide national variety inviting to discover a world alongside the center and north of the city. An entire world that might give way, perhaps, to a set of luxurious buildings where rents cost like a minimum wage and a half.