I have owned Gabriele Basilico’s 1998 book Interrupted City for years, and while fascinated by his matter-of-fact picture making, could make no sense of it, not knowing Milan. Having now spent a few days in the city, the book springs to life. With a basic appreciation of the form of the city and its scale the pictures have a context. How important it is to give a book like this some context for an international audience. It is missing from this book, which means that reading it is about deciphering it.

Basilico’s book is important as a concentrated and concerted study of one city – other photographers flit between cities and take single pictures. This is a book about the appearance of Milan – the bland post-war office buildings a block away from the Duomo, factories along the urban margins, the business parks. It is anchored by the city’s arteries – the two rail stations and the long canal entering the city from the south.
To avoid describing ‘a city as big as Milan in all its complexity’ running the risk of ‘an exhausting and incomplete work whose narrative tension is watered down into an ambitious but unmanageable mosaic of fragments,’ Basillico constructs ‘a partial narration’, based on three separate parts of the city:
- A centrally located, high density business area between the two stations, that was extensively rebuilt in the years after the war ending in 1945. It shows its ‘aspiration towards a city model that is rationalist, modernist and international, plus emphatically high-rise.’
- Observations from the nineteenth century city bordering the historic centre, containing monuments and historically important buidlings. These are ‘a few fragments, urban extractions’ Here Basilico brought together different locations – some with a ‘shared sense of coherence of certain spaces, squares in the main; some a coexisting diversity. This is the ‘hard core’ which he implies is the the strong successful basis of the city.
- The outskirts of the city, where cities break their own boundaries, where abandoned buildings grow new, unforeseen life. Vast areas of disused land and factory buildings awaiting transformation, with ‘legions of buildings clustering in ordered groups along the redefined borders and others along the access roads into the city.
That provides the introduction. But from there on, the book does not orientate the viewer, there are no captions. Here is Gabriele Basilico, one of the great urban landscape photographers, photographing his home town of Milan. But what is he showing us? A map in a book of urban photographs? Somehow that seems to have been far too simplistic for the author and publisher. It is totally needed and would not diminish the photographs.
The book was commissioned by the Councillor for the Quality of Urban Life at Milan City Council, and published by an urban studies publisher, yet it remains an art book with the precious art publishing practice of leaving it all up to the mystified reader.
Nevertheless it is a highly revealing study of different spatial characteristics of the city’s locations and land uses. It is a monumental essay of the time – mid 1990s and a combnation of stable prosperous city, and areas waiting for regeneration and change.
The photographer says the book represents the general urban condition – this is wrong – it is wholly about Milan’s dynamic condition. The relationship between the photographer and his own city is what makes it powerful. Its commerce, its relics, its newness, its car parks and overbearing streets of modernist and post-modernist architecture. With no people. This is not the Milan of creativity, it is the Milan as economic powerhouse in its stark physicality – offices, hotels. A factual topography of urban fabric.

Basilico’s photos are luscious, highly considered compositions of form and light. The prints have lustrous tones within the monochrome. In all pictures, he adjusts the camera lens to ‘correct’ the persepective so that buildings are seen vertical, not receding, which give the pictures a solidity and stability.
Basilico is sentimental – he introduces the book with a ‘Letter to a city’ he says ‘I love this city the way you love an old and dear friend.’ He has ‘soft spot for the attractive bits and the more sordid bits of its body, for its neighbourhoods and houses, its walls and pavements’. He is driven to photograph ‘A constant need to know its corporeality obsesses me, a need to interpret its features and its hidden parts… over and over again.’ He is mystical, as if the city spirit speaks ‘At times I get the feeling it’s suddenly revealing itself more fully to me, that its telling me of its obstructions, its consistency and its material.’

Since Basilico died in 2013, there have been dramatic changes on vast areas of former industrial land around the city, as they change use to residential, parkland and business quarters, opening new connections.



































