Lunching With Mies


As we walk down the crowded corridor of State St. during the lunchtime hour, we hear snippets of passerby’s conversations: “He had a brother that died” “How ya doin’ young lady?” There are street vendors hawking goods, and the sounds of hurried conversations from late workers rushing to get back to the office. Crossing over onto Dearborn St, and through the revolving doors of the Mies Van der Rohe-designed US Post Office, the general cacophony of traffic becomes absorbed by the serene sleekness of the building. It is broken up by clattering mail bins, jangling PO BOX keys, customer service bells, and impatient customers who give up on automation: “Is there anything automated about this?”

All sounds by Ben Schulman