After walking through the street-art-infested shipyard, I entered what probably used to be the assembly room: a place once crammed up with pieces of complex machinery, working tirelessly on the construction of vessels. It has now been repurposed by more artistic minds who turned the vast facility into an art incubator. However, there are still parts of assembly equipment left here, abandoned and forgotten after the company went bankrupt. This has fortunately been neatly incorporated into an ambitious artistic project, built with industrial leftovers, abandoned furniture and unwanted debris.
After all, NDSM is not an exclusive domain of artists, it is also a place where new urbanism is brought to life. One of its premises is that more hospitable districts must be created – where unification should be supported rather than specialization. Those districts need to reconcile all aspects of human lives: whether it be work, family or entertainment, within their coherent, pedestrian and environmentally friendly structures.
If you take time to walk around NDSM, all of these aforementioned prerequisites show. There is almost no traffic, but you’re greeted by wide pavements, cycling paths, restaurants, convenience stores and other leisure venues. All of this is topped off with an overall art presence which serves as the glue between each of these components.
Having enough of the frigid wind whipping my face, I decided to call it a day and headed home. I truly do wonder how many of NDSM’s distinguishable characteristics will withstand the test of time.
NDSM is progressive, even for Amsterdam’s standards (which is known for being one of the most liberal cities in the world). Even with the wide-ranging development taking over this site, what kind of worth does NDSM’s atmosphere hold to those who are after money and power? How much is the voice of someone like me worth in this matter?
Frankly speaking, I have no idea. Sooner or later, I guess we will find out.