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 -----Phyllis----
Chosen City
When you have arrived at Phyllis, you rejoice in observing all the bridges
over the canals, each different from the others: cambered, covered, on
pillars, on barges, suspended, with tracery balustrades. And what a
variety of windows looks down on the street, mullioned, Moorish, lancet,
pointed, surmounted by lunettes or stained-glass roses; how many kinds
of pavement cover the ground: cobbles, slabs, gravel, blue and white
tiles. At every point the city offers surprises to your view: a caper bush
jutting from the fortress walls, the statues of three queens on corbels, an
onion dome with three smaller onions threaded on the spire. Happy the
man who has Phyllis before his eyes each day and who never ceases
seeing the things it contains, you cry, with regret at having to leave the
city when you can barely graze it with your glance.
But it so happens that, instead, you must stay in Phyllis and spend the rest of your
days there. Soon the city fades before your eyes. The rose windows are expunged,
the statues on the corbels, the domes. Like all of Phylliss inhabitants, you follow
zigzag lines form one street to another, you distinguish the patches of sunlight
from the patches of shade, a door here, a stairway there, a bench where you can
put down your basket, a hole where your foot stumbles if you are not careful. All
the rest of the city is invisible. Phyllis is a space in which routes are drawn between
points suspended in the void: the shortest way to reach that certain merchants
tent, avoiding that certain creditors window. Your footsteps follow not what is
outside the yes. But hat is within, buries, erased If, of two arcades, one continues
to seem more joyous, it is because thirty years ago a girl went there, with broad,
embroidered sleeves, or else it is only because that arcade catches the light at a
certain hour like that other arcade, you cannot recall where.
Millions of eyes look up at windows, bridges, capers, and they might be scanning
a black page. Many are the cities like Phyllis, which elude the gaze of all, except
the man who catches them by surprise.
---Mission Statement---
Phyllis comes across to me as an entirely mismatched city, a combination of individual styles and
periods thrown together in one patchwork mess of styles.
My main concept is that the city began as a Gothic city with space for growth, but as the city
expanded, areas of Art Nouveau and Moorish architecture appear. Everything would be different in
each area, as though other micro-environments have been absorbed by the greater, larger
organism, but never changed; just became a living part of the great city. In the gothic areas, I would
like the lighting to be all lanterns, and therefore have a golden glow to them. The Art Nouveau are
will have stained glass windows and gas lamps, leading to a coloured glow being emitted from all
the buildings, and the Moorish are will be entirely lit by natural light and solar powered daylight
lamps.
I have decided that the city will be set in the modern day, therefore they will have a mixture of
tradition and technology, much in the same way that other ancient cities such as Canterbury and
Bath have. I have, however, decided that although Phyllis will be an Industrial transport city, there
shall be no modern modes of transport, instead using methods such as gypsy caravans, Barges,
Horses and Carts, and Biplanes. The large Napoleonic fortress is abandoned by its original owners
and is instead now used or storage of large loads, jewels and wealth, saving the citys combined
riches for both the journey of the travellers to the afterlife, and trades for their safety and
continued prosperity.
I have decided that I want to keep the colour pallet very much in-keeping with the traditional
colours for each of the architectural styles I have chosen, however to mix them up a little.
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