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Shoreline Apartments

A little over a year ago I stumbled on the following post featuring Buffalo’s, Paul Rudolph designed, Shoreline Apartments.  The massive residential project, planned and constructed the 1960’s, has reached the critical 40 year danger point in its life cycle.  40 or so years is often an age at which many buildings face a crisis.  They may be visually dated and are likely in need of  lots of maintenance and require major investments in aging roofs and mechanical systems.

We like new stuff in this country.  Like pretty much everything else in our throw away everything society, we also throw away buildings without much thought.  The Shoreline Apartments may soon get thrown away.  The current owners have floated a plan to tear down a large chunk of the complex in favor of a set of new apartment buildings that have not yet been shown to the public.

With than in mind I found the photo essay and story on very compelling and poignant.  I had asked and received permission to republish it in whole.  Unfortunately other stories came along and I forgot all about this until the author wrote to ask if we had used it.  With apologies to the author, we belatedly the bring you following segment as it was originally posted at this link.

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Once upon a time, I took photographs for an architectural project. The project was never completed, and I was left with an unusual experience and interesting photographs of a place that I knew had a story. The place is Shoreline Apartments of Buffalo NY, the architect Paul Rudolph, known for his cubist designs. It was hard to imagine while looking at original blueprints and seeing the concept behind the designs, how a place like this had become so rundown. I was photographing a place that had since 2006, had nearly 13 million dollars going into its reconstruction and renovations. Even though the buildings were not particularly beautiful, there was a history to them. A design that I was seeing with my own eyes and lens having gone to decay.


The day of shooting was eerie. Dust and debris flew around our faces, staircases were pitch black, and the apartments felt abandoned. Not like the people living there left them, but as if they were pushed out of their homes in a rush. Dishcloths hung over cabinets, clothes were still in drawers, and doors were open, as if someone had just run out.


The section of Shoreline that I photographed was only one of many that was going to possibly be torn down for new construction. I took a walk around the rest of the complex, where life actually was: kids were playing, parents were chatting, and people were watching TV with their windows open. A young teenage girl, who noticed my camera and observing eye, ran up to me and asked: “Are you taking pictures of our buildings?” I said yes, and asked her if she knew how important the buildings were, how interesting the man had been who had built them. And she smiled and said, “Yes. And your pictures too.” She asked if I could come back to give her some of the photographs, because she didn’t know how much longer the buildings would be standing. Even though I never went back, I think of that sweet girl now in sharing the pictures for the first time.

Learn more about architect Paul Rudolph.


Written by David Steele

David Steele

Architect ( a real one, not just the armchair type), author of "Buffalo, Architecture in the American Forgotten Land" ( ), lover of great spaces, hater of sprawl and waste,
advocate for a better way of doing things.

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