'Little Boxes'
The Sunset district, in fact, is visible from Westlake, creating a continuous sight line of Doelger row houses between suburb and city (FIG.). A measure of this continuity is suggested by the works of another suburban observer, William Garnett. Garnett's photographs of the Lakewood development in Southern California have frequently been employed as illustrations of the suburban grid; as D.J. Waldie reflects in his memoir of Lakewood, the photographs 'became the definition of this suburb, and then of suburbs generally.'47 The photographer's aerial images–made while he simultaneously piloted his Cessna–are both elegantly distilled formal studies of architectural patterns and records of mass construction; the Lakewood photographs were a commercial commission used in magazine spreads and the developer's promotional literature, but also became fodder for suburban excoriations like Ansel Adams and Nancy Newhall's This is the American Earth and Peter Blake's God's Own Junkyard. Likewise, Garnett's San Francisco images were commissioned for The American Aesthetic (1969), architect Nathaniel Alexander Owings's case for the cultural and environmental value of high-density cities. Here, sandwiched between the familiar Lakewood shots and concentric circles of Eichler homes in Palo Alto, are aerial views of the Sunset. Both the grid layout of the page and the various patterns of housing arrangements suggest rampant geometric swathing of the landscape. Though the Sunset homes are more tightly adjoined than those of the suburban images, their co-presence implies a unified development impulse, a connotation supported by the juxtaposed text. Owings mocks 'Homo suburbianus's' discovery that his own prized retreat has taken on the worst traits of the very urban form he fled:
The air is thick with the sounds and smells of his own and his neighbors' autos and power lawnmowers, and with smog and dust, which supposedly had been left behind in the city. With these trials also comes the realization that people can become one with a homestead but not with a tract. Impersonal, drab sameness offers stony soil and withers personal roots.
Though he praises San Francisco for its investment in public transportation and its post-Embarcadero Freeway resistance to highway building, Owings contends that any analysis of its built environment could 'end up with conclusive proof that she is the ugliest city in the world, not the most beautiful.' As with Adams, Newhall, and Blake's slightly earlier jeremiads, the threat of suburbanization is clearly articulated; the Sunset homes provide a vivid example of how even the world's most revered cities are prey to the cheap, ruinous impulses of mass-produced housing.