I’m trying to explore the juxtaposition of futures for Sathorn Unique. On one hand, the ambitious exuberance lighting the dreams of what Sathorn was supposed to be: the grand opening, the excited crowds, international elites in penthouse suites, a legacy of architectural grandeur and the pride of Bangkok. On the other, the hollow shell of the white ghost tower, etched & worn by exposure, half-printed & unskinned, abandoned & empty but for stray dogs, ephemeral homeless encampments, urban explorers, and the tangles & piles of lifeless debris littering the halls. I imagine the ghosts of the party haunting the empty & hollow husk of Sathorn Unique. A hi-color glossy brochure crusting and moldering on a stained and cracking floor.
– Sathorn notes, 2012