Even for Slovenians, “Stožice” is not the easiest word and then they put it in the name of the newly built Arena (well, from 2010). Ž is pronounced like the second g in garage and the stress is on o. Try it: sto-ži-tze.
It is what this part of Ljubljana, a 15 minutes’ walk from my parents, is called but still, anything else would be better for the name.
I have yet to enter it for any of its multi-use uses: basketball, concert, other events. And yet when it was announced that Ljubljana would be getting a new basketball hall and the winning design by Sadar Vuga Architects was presented – I fell in love with its shell/alien ship shape. I cut out the picture and put it on my wall, right next to Duran Duran, Mickey Rourke and Christo’s curtain.
Two weeks ago, when still in Slovenia, I took my enthusiastic dog and we went to look at it from up close. As chance would have it, a few days earlier mom had showed me the paper with an interview with the urban art photographer Martha Cooper who had been in Slovenia the month before for Ljubljana Street Art Festival.
What she said in the first paragraph made me stop reading. She mentioned a multi-level abandoned garage full of graffiti that made the most impression on her of all street art in Slovenia.
It was in Stožice. I was ready for action.
Today’s post shows the walk over there, the first impression, the arena and of course some doors. It’s also an introduction to tomorrow’s public art (PPAC) post, the first of many. Because the lady was not lying.
The first three photos are reminiscent of another Thursday Doors post from three years ago. Have a look at how things change.
Oh, and for the record: these photos are not mine! No, really! I… found them! No, they were left under my doormat! I know, that dog reflected looks familiar but I must have been followed!
This day in my blogging history
2016: A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.
—Frank Lloyd Wright