"Something, Sometime..." 
"...And The Luxury Gap"

 

A gold-rush into Paradise.  An impotent pre-emptive strike against decaying grandeur.  The oxymoron of ‘gated-community’.  These are the images found in an anonymous western Spanish town, at once both a realisation of a dream and a dystopian nightmare.  The tour had sights reminiscent of Sunset Boulevard and Soweto, of concentration camp horror and indulgent holiday making.  And this is real, like free copies of the Financial Times being given out in the City of London as the homeless huddle at the well-heeled feet.