Showing posts with label history lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history lessons. Show all posts

4/22/10

enzo mari wants to choke bad designers with his bare hands.

You may not recognize him, but this man is a hero. He is a designer and his name is Enzo Mari. In 1974 he published a little book called Autoprogettazione. It included plans for 19 DIY furniture projects, and the plans looked like this:



Mari may have provided the plans, but that doesn't mean he meant for them be followed strictly. Disgusted by what he calls the "alienation of industry," Mari hoped to put the power back in the hands of the consumer.
Results vary.



In a recent interview with Apartamento magazine, Mari expressed a distaste for the word "design." He prefers "project," or, in Italian, progetto.

"Projects can only be taught concretely," he told the interviewer. "It can't be done abstractly, using fragmented banal theories, but only intervening critically on a student's practice.
"Every time I asked them [students] to choose what to design, they would propose things like chairs, say, things that have already been designed thousands of times before.
"I would say all the time, 'Look out the window. If everything you see is beautiful, and right, and you approve it there's nothing left to design.
"'If there is something that makes you want to choke the designer and the commissioner with your own bare hands, something that horrifies you, that is the reason for your project.'"

In 2009, a London gallery staged a group exhibition celebrating Mari's Autoprogettazione. The plans may have been published in the early '70s, but the ideas behind them still seem current as ever.

4/16/10

making peace with the hippies


The photos from this 1974 book have me California dreamin'.




I grew up on the west coast, where my mom took us over to the Gulf Islands between Vancouver Island and Vancouver to visit her aging hippy friends. I never identified with that aesthetic, but as I get older (and admittedly more stressed), I find myself gravitating more and more to brightly-lit, wood-panelled, house-planty spaces. I've finally realized I can love west coast interiors and wear a lot of black. Duh.
The other day someone told me they could tell I was from BC because I radiate "such a calm vibe," as if he was trying to speak to a British Columbian in language she could understand. Like, totally, man. East-coasters are nuts.

Check out more pictures from the book here.

7/14/09

icelandic turf houses

I recently received a postcard from a friend who had just got back from Iceland, a mysterious place where the locals dine on putrefied shark and more than half the population believes in elves. But enough of that ol' chestnut - I'm more interested in these turf houses.Turf houses are naturally well-insulated and the roofs provide natural drainage. Some were even built using whalebones as internal beams when wood was in short supply. All this hullaballoo about green roofs in Montreal and other North American cities when, really, the technique was perfected about a zillion years ago by people with last names too long to fit on caller ID. Typical.

6/9/09

terrarium hilarium

If a garden is a domesticated forest, then a terrarium certainly keeps nature on a short leash. Beloved by interior decorators of both the Victorian era and the 1970s, I think it's time terrariums made a comeback.Terrariums are apparently way low maintenance because the glass container will capture moisture and keep everything happy and humid. The lowest maintenance of all, however, comes from a terrarium that doesn't even have plants in it.Currently reading this terrarium tutorial and nodding to myself. Yes, okay, I could do that/will do that/am doing that.

5/29/09

cabinets of curiosity


The way someone fills their house with things can tell you a lot about a person, that's what this blog is all about. 17th century Swedishman, Ole Worm, was working with the same mentality when he decided to dedicate a whole room of his home to display his vast collection. Ranging from naturalia like antlers and tortoise shells to artificialia (man made items), Worm demonstrated to his visitors his knowledge of the world and the ways in which humans and nature are intertwined. Whether or not this is conveyed, does this not look fantastic? Who doesn't wish they had room soley for the purpose of display...

5/12/09

space colonies


Even NASA was young and idealistic once, and the late '70s must have been a particularly heady time. One day, presumably after the sparking of multiple bowls, the organisation's head rocket scientists agreed to fund physicist Gerard O'Neill. And what did O'Neill do with that money? Why, he designed space colonies, of course! Far-fucking-out.
WIRED says NASA described these idyllic galactic suburbs as "wonderful places to live; about the size of a California beach town and endowed with weightless recreation, fantastic views, freedom, elbow-room in spades and great wealth."(photos from NASA)

Life in space would also involve "outdoor" buffets, if the illustration above is anything to go by.
Incidentally, I went to see the Star Trek movie last night. O'Neill, imagineer of all this glorious futurism, reminds me of a certain someone.

4/9/09

the russian presidential jet

Can't decide: DO I LOVE IT OR AM I DISGUSTED BY IT?
There is no middle ground for this jet, decorated according to the taste of former Russian president Boris Yeltsin. What a man of the people.
A boardroom for high-flyin' politicos
For getting Russian about things (read: drinking)
I didn't know it was possible to shower on a plane.
Presumably never used - who would ever want to leave this Palace of the Skies?
Presidential bidet
(photos from english russia)

3/17/09

inside the white house: now and then

La Maison Blanche now:photo from the new york times

...and the WH dining room circa 1970, when it was inhabited by the Nixon family:photo from domino's daily dose

Boy, did Tricky Dick have great taste in wallpaper!

3/9/09

arctic interiors

Montreal spring is an enigmatic lady. One day, she comes on all friendly; the next, she's nowhere to be seen. I hate to say it, but maybe we should just accept the next month and a half of winter and drape our rooms with pelts like the snowbunnies we have no choice but to be.

(photos from a 1971 National Geographic story - "I Live with the Eskimo")

3/1/09

fallout shelters - for the girl that fears everything

I recently read a great feature in the January issue of The Believer about fallout shelters, those "nuke-proof" underground hideouts most commonly associated with hyper-vigilant suburban families and Cold War paranoia. But no. More people in the U.S. of A. have fallout shelters now than ever before. Jesus.

But if you're gonna do it - do it right, the classic way.
Especially when this 1961 issue of Life makes it look so darned easy!

How about this nifty bunker in an underground steel pipe?

Barring that, just construct one in your basement!

Bunkers make swell hangouts for teens!

above pictures from the duck and cover! flickr set

The key to beautiful bunkers is to work WITH the natural starkness of the ambiance, not against it. There's so much to love about plywood and cinderblock.



Just remember to pack a shotgun - you'll need it to ward off your mutated neighbours - and eat your canned greens! Stay safe, citizens, and I'll see you in the next life!

2/16/09

thrifty decor: it's all in the family

To add on to Arden's post about paper decorations, I'm offering up some treats from the family archives.
The year: sometime in the mid-60's. The place: my grandparents' rec room in their house on Vancouver Island, BC.


My grandma, the irrepressible Louise, is standing in front of a collaborative collage undertaken by a troop of their friends the night before, smirking in the light of the morning after. Her and Grandaddy Dennis certainly knew how to party!





My dad says my grandma is the Queen of Thrift, a resourceful lady who filled the house with amazing bargains and steals. Her and my grandfather were children of the Depression, and it showed; repair trumped disposal every time, with the same couches and chairs getting recovered, reupholstered, re-everything whenever they got too shabby.

That, and they had the most amazing collection of Danish Modern furniture - a special obsession of mine.

Not to go all "recessionista" on you, but take a lesson from Dennis and Louise and seriously consider fixing that broken chair instead of kicking it to the curb. But if you really don't feel like repairing it - let us know where you're leaving it!