Archive for the ‘Design’ Category

Building the Smug

Sunday, April 9th, 2017

It all started quite promisingly with ‘Grand Designs’. An occasional fix of outlandish property porn fronted by the urbane Kevin; surely one of the twenty first century’s most influential figures when it comes to design. A whole generation now aspire to underfloor heating and sheep’s wool loft insulation thanks to our Kev.

Kevin ain’t getting any younger though. His boyish locks, luxuriant in the early shows, have gradually greyed and shrunk. As his bank balance has increased, his teeth have gotten more perfect and his casual jackets more designery. He’s become more shiny, self-assured and, I believe, a tad complacent in that “I’m at the top of my game” way which eventually affects the Star Host. [ Cf Ross, Wogan, Titchmarsh etc, etc yawn ]. Kevin may now, at least partly, believe his own publicity and it is the programme commissioners who are to blame.

There is a whole generation of TV People who, it would seem, have all done the “How to Build on Success” module as part of their Media Studies degree. The secret to building the ratings is basically ‘more of the same’. If that slick quiz with the dramatic lighting effects and pulsing synthesiser soundtrack pulls in the punters primetime, make another version! [ Only much cheaper and shove it on every day at teatime when you've got a captive audience of overstimulated schoolkids and semi-comatose pensioners ]. “That Antiques Roadshow has been doing well for fifty years. I know, let’s make a cheaper version for the unwashed masses. They can flog all the old tat they would’ve taken to the boot sale and we can get that nice Scottish lady that everyone loves to coo over everything.” “That Simon Cowell is on to something, let’s make a talent show with a twist! How about punk pensioners / garage grandads or hip hop hooray henrys? We need to workshop this in the thought pod on the sixth floor – bring your ipad Tristan.”

Gradually, the clone TV sausage machine has filled the schedules with different versions of the same thing. The presenters change, the music is tweaked, the budget heads ever southwards but it’s basically the same idea.

So now it’s not just Kevin. It’s Caroline and Piers swanning around the globe in search of ever more iconic houses. “Yes, we’ve found a mountaintop mansion made from marble helicoptered in during a snowstorm!” It’s George – ( he’s an ‘Arkytec’ you know ) – he sheds a tear as you re-tell the story of your war wound / emotional loss / chronic constipation that lead you to buy this pile of rubble and mortgage your spleen to do it up. How about Grand Designs in half an hour? We can get that scouse bird off Brookside to pritt stick the B&Q wallpaper onto the ensuite during the commercials. Film it fast and no-one will see it fall off when we get the hell out by teatime. And so it goes on, more property shows. Always ‘Will they do it in time?’, ‘The doubtful host’, ‘The Reveal’, ‘How much is it worth’? Zzzzzzz.

Kevin may be on the downslope. He’s no doubt, paying an army of pre-Brexit Eurobuilders to construct his porcelain retirement complex on a sunny hillside somewhere. He may have peaked. That mansion made of mud a few series back was big enough to be seen from space without magnification. Grand Designs has spawned many many progeny.

Least attractive of these is “Building the Dream”. A half-baked concept about half-baked houses. The owners pretend that they haven’t already ordered the avocado shower tray and Diamonique pedal bin. They call in ‘Architectural Designer’ Charlie to ‘advise’ on how to make their dream home even more dreamy. Charlie rocks up wearing an anorak and looking smug. They all sit round the table in their caravan (they spent the entire ice age there you know) and Charlie doodles a few ideas on their expensive CAD drawings with his Pentel. The rest of the show is a gradual revelation that they’ve ignored everything Charlie suggested and stayed true to their original snot green vision. Charlie returns, even smugger than before and pretends not to be bothered. He does a little Kevin-style homily at the end (though never as sanctimoniously as RevKev) and then walks off to collect his fee and do a closing smugshot. Meanwhile the owners fester in their mucous mansion looking equally smug. Everybody’s happy and the viewers hit ebay for bargain bogey shower trays.

Fifty years in space

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

This has to be the nicest Google doodle I’ve seen.

Poster boy

Friday, February 25th, 2011

This year’s poster for the Oscars is simply stunning in all its Deco glamour.
I’ve ordered a large one.

Friday, October 8th, 2010
Today's Google Doodle. John Lennon's 70th birthday. Sometimes things can be simply beautiful.

Party like it’s 1888

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

Party like it's 1888

They’re building a new metro line passing through Centraal Station in Amsterdam. What better opportunity than to use the temporary hoardings surrounding the construction site to display the work of young artists. Even cleverer is to provide downloadable copies of the works displayed. The one pictured above is a detail from Stefan Glerum’s history of Vincent Van Gogh’s life.

Empty modern monument awaits ancient contents

Friday, November 17th, 2006

Q: What do you do with an empty massive white plastic dome in the centre of London?
A: Keep it empty for 7 years and then rent it out to an exhibition of ancient Egyptian artifacts.
Currently packing them in in Chicago, ‘King Tutankhamun and the Golden Age of the Pharaohs’ is due to arrive at the Millenium Dome in London in twelve months. In 1972 1.6 million people queued around the block and the clock at the British Museum to see the pharaonic plunderings of Carter and Carnarvon. It was the most successful exhibition in Britain ever and I missed it because in those days a trip to London was more akin to visiting Turkmenistan never mind Tutankhamun and, anyway, I was more interested in acquiring my next Airfix fix than spending hours queuing up to see a load of gold stuff belonging to a dead bloke. Such simple tastes in my youth. [ Angel Delight anyone? ] So, it was with mounting excitement that I learned of the the impending arrival of what seemed like a new Tutankhamun blockbuster in London. The website has a pretty commercial feel. Would a scholarly outfit include the phrase, “Give the gift of King Tut” on their homepage? I think not. Sadly, reading more widely reveals that there have been mixed reviews for this show. Many have been lured by the marketing materials which feature an image remarkably similar in appearance to the gold death mask which has become emblematic of Tutankhamun and ancient Egypt to some degree. [The item featured is actually a mini coffin which was a travel case for King T's liver]. Many have been expectant that this is a repeat of the 1970s show, “For the first time in 30 years..”, runs the strapline. From what I’ve read, this is nothing on the scale of what I missed all those years ago. But having looked around the online virtual tour I think it may still be worth a look. I just won’t expect it to make up for what I didn’t see in 1972. I remember they were saying at the time that it was a ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity. This of course was in the days before low cost air travel. Does easyjet fly to Cairo?

Unfortunately named Catholic social theorist / ethicist / philosopher and political economists: no 1
Götz Briefs
- [ at least his parents didn't call him Crüsty ]