Other commentators can and will masticate the president’s new Cuba policy, but let me shed a few tears for the Cuba of yesterday known as the Cuba of today that might not last far into the Cuba of tomorrow. Havana is a city stuck in time. If it is liberated by U.S. policy, entrepreneurs will flood in from around the world to, at best, restore but possibly demolish and rebuild over the city’s fabulous fabric, largely untouched since the 1950s. The city’s architecture is almost as famous as its ’50s-era cars. Havana is an auto museum and a building museum cohabiting the streets of the city.
I am perverse in my love for a dessicated architecture. The photos that follow are not “Havana porn” in the same sense of the vaunted “Detroit porn” that has become popular. But it is something like that, perhaps equally if not even more soaked in tears of regret – regret of course for the crimes of Castro past but also the tragedy, perhaps, of Havana future.