The Guadalupe Bridge, at its most utilitarian definition, serves to connect Makati to Mandaluyong as part of the main artery that is EDSA. However, it, like a lot of things in this city, has taken a life of its own a la Neverwhere. I will attempt to describe some of these aspects.
As a bridge: even at its most basic, intended use, Guadalupe Bridge is either a hellish road during rush hour for commuters, or the most direct means of crossing from point A to point B in your Manila journey, if it isn't the rush hour. For the pedestrian traffic, this is a good way to experience the exotic smells of the Pasig River at different times of day and weather conditions.
As a talking point: Guadalupe Bridge has proven to be an effective catalyst for a lot of conversations. It lends itself well as anything ranging from a landmark for people not so used to the area, to a barometer for social conditions and concerns, as evidenced by what adorns it. Sometimes, it's the ads that are in prominent review that cause the hullabaloo, especially when the ads are of barely-clothed hunks, or men shown as lovingly holding hands. Sometimes it's the pasted-on flyers calling for organized action on the streets.
As an art piece: they say art is the reflection of the human psyche, and this bridge reflects that in spades. Graffiti, stickers, ads, and even public information signs all contribute to give you a peek into the minds of the ultimately transitory people along the bridge.
As a means of occult restrain: this bridge, I suspect, serves to shackle the vengeful personification of the Pasig River. This last part may or may not be true. read more