My blog looks emo. It’s true.
I’m not too worried though, because I know that you all read it on buzz or google reader, and mostly you never get the chance to notice how carefully my sixteen year old self designed this frankly stunning single column layout with unsubtle influences from the White Stripes. Back then, the black roses looked so emotive. My blog was an edgy display of my personality with carefully placed saturated images. Scroll down and look at the section titles, ‘erratic’, ‘archaic’. Wonderful! These things convey so well my grasp of the English language and my ability to find adjectives describing the same ideas as the rather more lacklustre, ‘asides’ and ‘archives’.
Writing on this blog kind of feels like pulling out your high school diary and writing a new entry. Everybody knows that between the ages of 16 and 20, one changes so irreversibly, that memories of bygone days can only be recalled with a whimsical sigh.
*sigh* I was so crazy and genuine back then. Hormones, they’re wonderful things.
But as I was about to say, I have every determination to rebuild this blog. I don’t mean this in the sense of redesigning it, because I’m just too lazy for that. I’m too much of a perfectionist to use a theme, since I’m a web designer and all. I wish cyberspace could be more like physical space. In other words, I’d love a blog that could collect clutter in an untacky way. Maybe I should design a blog with no proper archives, so it just fills up after a while and you have to empty some of it into deep storage. That could be fun.
This brings me to my thoughts on modern interiors. You might thing my commenting on this is a little pretentious, but don’t judge me so quickly. After all, I have been to an exhibition on Dieter Rams at the Design Museum on Shad Thames, so I’m really something of an expert. I dislike modern interiors because they don’t react well to the things you own. I don’t like that you put something on your bare coffee table and it stares back up at you. Neither the thing you put on the coffee table, nor the table itself, have any personality at all. Were I the socialite type, I imagine the circumstance would be like introducing two people at a party and them hanging around each other but not talking. The problem is really that the things we have in our lives nowadays are simply too numerous. Back in Victorian times, there were a very limited variety of things one might put on a table. One might put ones hat on the table, or perhaps ones clothbound edition of a commentary on Paul’s second epistle to the Corinthians. It is almost certainly the case that any Victorian thing could be put next to just about any other Victorian thing and it would look settled, contented and nonjudgmental.
The trouble really came with electricity. There have been so many design trends in the world’s history, but one design trend that has never occurred is the one of connecting everything with a wire. That is, before it was necessary. No matter where you put a wire, it looks terrible. Trying to hide a wire only makes matters worse, because it is still there, and you know it’s there. Bind it in a cable tidy all you want, it’s not going to go away. One day you will want to replace your keyboard, you’ll untie your cables, and you simply won’t be prepared to put them back together. Cables wait years for these days, but come they will.
Source: Clever and Easy
We don’t have truly cordless appliances, and we won’t for a little while at least. What I propose in every house is a charging room. This is a room wholly dedicated to charging appliances. 50 years ago, there was the utility room to keep all the unsightly chores out of the way, and the most unsightly chore today is the charging of appliances. Restyle them how you like, charger plugs will always be annoying. The most judgmental of all clutter is the charger plug. It doesn’t look right anywhere. This is especially the case in the UK, because there is no way of placing a British plug on a desk and it not looking wrong. Anything you put a charger plug next to will look terrible, be it the Mona Lisa, a complete set of Calvin and Hobbes books or Salisbury Cathedral.
I am convinced the decline in interiors came with the introduction of the standardised plug socket. You can have your beautiful Edwardian interior, but you try stretching the plastic coated wire for your standard lamp across it, and plugging the hefty black plug into the stark white socket and you will discover that instantly the whole room is degraded. Surely it was this realisation of how easily the appreciation of their work was destroyed that lead designers in the modernist era simply not to bother with decorating things in the first place.
In fact, modernist design was a statement against the plug, and the appliance. At least old fashioned carpets hid wires to some extent, but designers decided this was less than ideal. In a conspiracy that has lasted through most of the last century, right up until the present day. Designers have created glossy brochures for their pristine, well placed furniture and in almost none do any appliances having wires appear. Once you have bought the white carpet or polished your concrete floor, your next impulse is to check your e-mail. You plug your laptop into the wall, and your cables stretch across the floor in a scrawl, as if the designer himself had written, “There! You did that! Screw you and your sheep like devotion to the work of Edison.”