Detroit: 138 Square Miles


An image from Julia Reyes Taubman’s book, ‘Detroit: 138 Square Miles’

Ever discover what you want to write about something, after reading what someone else wrote about something else?

Happens to me all the time—most recently, when I read an article from The Guardian that Rainey posted on facebook. It was written by Alain de Botton, an essayist with many good ideas about aesthetics and society. The point that I really appreciated is this:

“We have too easily swallowed the modernist idea that art that aims to change or help or console its audience must by definition be ‘bad art’.”

This comes pretty close to what I want to say about a new book that came to my door, titled ‘Detroit: 138 Square Miles’. It is one of the most visually stunning books I’ve ever seen, not only for its images by Julia Reyes Taubman, but also for the sequencing of photographs and for its understated binding.

Taubman is a sophisticated and ambitious photographer who lives in one of the city’s affluent suburbs and was on the founding board of the Museum of Contemporary, Detroit, which published her book. This description may make it sound as though this is a vanity book by a rich suburban housewife (she is, after all, married to real estate mogul Robert Taubman, son of Alfred) but it’s more than that.

The Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit photo credit: Corine Vermeulen

It is a labor of love or, possibly, obsession by someone who came to this corner of Michigan from New York, and appreciated Detroit’s unwillingness to roll over and die. This respect and understanding distinguish Taubman’s book from the ruin porn that has been widely circulated on the Internet and in print. “Ruin porn” is what Detroiters call pictures, most famously by Meffre/Marchand, of subjects that include the melted clock at Cass Technical High School, the looming façade of Detroit Central Station, the atrium of the David Whitney Building and the ballroom of the Lee Plaza Hotel, among others.

Photograph of the William Livingstone house from ‘The Ruins of Detroit’

To give the French duo its due, their book, ‘The Ruins of Detroit’, is the gut punch that induces a swoon. It’s shattering to see the senseless destruction that has been visited upon so many places—most poignantly schools and churches—that aspired to positive social impact through their beauty. The ruin porn aspect comes into play with that sense of utter abandonment they evoke: you look at these pictures and feel like you’ve seen more life in elegiac photographs of New Orleans graveyards. The conflation of beauty and destruction caters to the most romantic tendencies to despair—which is what Taubman not only avoids but actually counters in her works. What Taubman uncovers isn’t pretty, far from it, but overall it’s not dead.


Photograph of James Couzens Plaza from ‘Detroit: 138 Square Miles’

Taubman spent seven years on this project and shot more than 35,000 photographs. The book publishes about four hundred of those images, some of which speak to vestiges of order and grace: an altar-like arrangement of bookcases and artworks at the Paul Robeson Malcolm X Academy; a panel from Diego Rivera’s murals at the Detroit Institute of Arts; the boarded up but still-robust beauty of David MacKenzie High School. There is a stubborn human dimension in her pictures of people in churches, bars and restaurants around town. The messy reality they embody often is repellent but it’s also engaging. Her pictures stimulate curiosity, not despair. And where there’s curiosity, there is hope.

So what was it that de Botton’s essay reminded me of? That contemporary aesthetics, in their rejection of consolation in art, refuse to present cause for hope. I wish that Taubman could have let set aside her commitment to contemporaneity long enough to put more pictures of people, of the beauty and order, of the health and optimism that all co-exist with the fucked up mess that is Detroit.

Would it have undermined Taubman’s street cred to share an image of the Spirit of Detroit sculpture or the gorgeous and painstakingly restored interior of the Guardian Building? Or the shabby but well-used Main Branch of the Detroit Public Library? What about the extraordinary vitality of the Detroit Eastern Market? The devotion to history and craft that is the Pewabic Pottery? The dynamism of Wayne State University?

Does contemporary vision always have to emphasize negation in order to be valid, to be acceptable? The doubt, the questioning, the denial of any answers: all of these things seem to me to be not particularly helpful. And, while there are people who don’t need help and can afford art that withholds it, the vast majority of us on this planet need all the help we can get.

PS Detroit is a great place for artists. Scrappy community and ultra-cheap real estate. Anyone who reads this and is up for adventure should check it out.


Janet Tyson is an art historian and writer who lived in Detroit as a child. She is old enough to remember going to the Christmas Fantasy at the Ford Rotunda.


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