Inner City Blues (makes me wanna holler)
When I was about 10 my best friend went on holiday to America. She brought me back a mug from Detroit, or maybe it was a postcard and the mug was from Niagara Falls – it was a long time ago. Anyway, Detroit seemed like a glamorous sort of place to me, surrounded as I was by brassica and onions out in the Fens.
This gallery at The Observer website is simply staggering. It shows downtown Detroit in utter decline. A post-capitalist apocalyptic scene where the money has left the building. You should take a look.