Where are the objects? What is the history? Why are you writing about that? Yes, but is that design? This is a column for those who believe that their actions are not an explicit design, instead habits – unconscious acts. This column exists to show how everything you considered to be immune to design has been part of a process which is at some point subject to the hands of those who have capitalised on our malleable day-to-day. Be it your decision to get a taxi rather than catch the bus, to go on holiday in the Lake District as opposed to Barbados. We hope to push the boundaries of material culture and design history, showing that what you choose to overlook is in fact designed in a certain way. Blink, and you will miss the design that you really should be noticing.
Today Chapter Road, NW2, is unremarkable. To avoid the road parallel – Willesden Green’s repetitive High Road of fried chicken shops, bookmakers and estate agents, the ambler can deviate and walk along the pavements outside the late Nineteenth Century terraces. To step away from chaos means that Chapter Road, as
Throughout stations, train tracks and neglected urban areas, great, discoloured squares of paint on walls can be seen. Often these are the result of quick repainting over graffiti, using any paint that might be available. This rapid maintenance can barely keep up with the proliferation of tagging, which sprouts up
Evil is one of man’s oldest designs; Every historical social event has held in it some ‘evil’, or, put in a more organic sense, pluralistic ignorance. Today’s still-corrupt western understanding of society is branded as Culturally omniscient, and therefore, without ignorance. It is in studying the trends of artistic concepts
The streets of London are paved with gold, so the saying goes. While that may never have been the case, the changing nature of urban space means that our newly minted streets are becoming ever more gilded by the day. Growing gentrification of first world cities has been a recurring
As a nation constantly being assaulted with ideas about the economy and the nature in which money should operate – one pound, in terms of its perceived value for money, is simply sterling. There are shops dedicated to the single price and in the small interconnecting villages of London’s network,
Constantly moving, and, (certainly for the child within this writer) always seemingly out of reach, the simple tunes of an ice cream van are often accompanied by sunny days, bored drivers, and faded paintwork. Eye-catchingly designed to enthral children, with colourful stickers and slogans, persons of a more sour temperament
‘I love you, yes I do – you’re my Special Brew’. Perhaps it is bad manners to start a post by declaring my affection for you, dear reader. However drink a can or two of this article’s subject and you may just start confessing your undying love for those around