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The 1960’s avant garde architectural movement Archigram is currently the subject of a series of Japanese limited edition tee shirts!!!


I would love to buy some, but I don’t really think I can justify £20 plus per tee shirt. More importantly, just how wierd is that.


Archigram are fairly well known, if you are interested in that sort of thing, they developed theoretical projects such as a walking city, or a plug-in city, somewhat obviously these were never built, but they did serve to inspire the profession.


But why on earth would the japanese select archigram out of all possible sources for a range of teeshirts. There is a sort of manic futurism about the japanese, that chimes well with the work of Archigram. Perhaps the quiet considered British are just going to get left behind.

Saturday 11th June 2022 – an overdose of Edinburgh culture

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Just to update on my travels into Edinburgh yesterday, initially to have a second look at the Edinburgh College of Art Degree show, which like all these things does repay repeated visits. Then back down through the Grassmarket, past the stalls and up Victoria Street, which is unbelievably scenic, and unbelievably filled with tourists, pulling their wheeled luggage on to somewhere imponderable. 

The Playfair Steps seem to have vanished behind temporary Heras fencing, blandly ubiquitous, so down the Mound and tempted in to catch the last day of the RSA annual exhibition, which I was not expecting. A decent selection, starting with some architecture and onto all manners of art. The knock out pieces for me were the red painted lady on horseback, and a scene of some tumbledown land coming down to a river, which had a quiet yellow colour palette. 

And from there to the Hidden Door 2022 festival, which was attracting a mixed clientele, of those, plastic glass of Innis and Gunn in hand, who were there for the music, and those, often with children, just curious to explore inside the Old Royal High. I do wonder if there might be scope in future to better cater for what felt to be two quite distinct audiences. The art that I saw left me a bit tepid, but by that stage in the day I had seen an awful lot of art, but the building was a striking uncompromising space, a bleak Scottish classicism. 

All three events were well attended, with slightly different audiences, and it is great to see Edinburgh re-awakening as a cultural hub. 

https://www.eca.ed.ac.uk/event/eca-graduate-show-2022

 

https://www.royalscottishacademy.org/exhibitions/236/overview/

 

https://hiddendoorarts.org

What do architects just not get ?

Just an entry riffing on the topic of what architects seem to get wrong, or just utterly ignore. Architectural drawings, presentations, models etc, are generally a thing of beauty. They convey an idealised realm that I would love to step into, the sort of world that seems to make people into better people. 

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In practice though, well intentioned as it might be, architecture is limited in its transformative abilities, and the failure to effectively grapple with people and the world as it really is, tends to mean that our actual built surroundings consistently fall short of the idyllic world presented to us by ever optimistic architects. 

I think that architects fail to grasp the following 

  • the world is not actually a collage 
  • doing a degree is about learning how to work in teams 
  • architectural models, and many projections (calling out isometric here) are so overpoweringly dominant stylistically, they are almost impossible for most people to actually read as a representation of something proposed 
  • no one stylishly and multiculturally behaves in a public space like that, artfully gazing into the middle distance or standing talking to an ethnically diverse group
  • no one needs museums (the Dundee V&A at a cost of millions is ranked below the Desperate Dan statue as a visitor attraction) 
  • everyone needs good public toilets 
  • people use public space to drink, to sit in, if it is sunny, sit with friends, transit, people generally avoid big empty spaces, unless they are being used for something
  • rubbish exists, a lot of it, and it needs to be taken away
  • planting is always too finicky, and high maintenance 
  • people who like gardening want an allotment, they don’t want to volunteer to weed and litter pick, the urine soaked environs of town centres. You (potential volunteer) want to make a visible difference, to something you feel some ownership of and connection to, in a reasonably pleasant manner, without being made to feel an utter pillock for doing so. Volunteering as part of a group is nicer and safer. 
  • popular public space involves direct sun, catering, often alcohol, sometimes entertainment 
  • high traffic areas won’t police or tidy themselves, a small village might have sufficient volunteers to do endless good work, the bigger and more anonymous the community, proportionately the less community spirit there is
  • amazing public space could look like a nightclub, or an allotment, 
  • people actually like people, and the best public space supports meeting strangers in a positive and non scary way
  • real people do not dress entirely in the same coloured clothes 
  • there is no point in planning for just one existential challenge, the risk of flooding but not drought or an ageing population or rising temperatures. It is like designing the Maginot Line, for one single direction of attack, and inevitably the unexpected happens. 
  • desiring physical structure is far far easier than building social infrastructure, and it is the social infrastructure that causes most failures. I am not sure if there is even a discipline around designing social infrastructure, but there should be
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Edinburgh College of Art – Degree Show 2022

After a long break, for obvious reasons, the Edinburgh College of Art Degree Show is back for 2022. Previously it had sprawled over numerous disparate buildings, extending across to Chamber Street for the architecture and landscape design, this year it is more compact, all in the main building, and even then not entirely filling it. 

In theory tickets were needed to access, but these are freely bookable and I suspect you could probably get in without one. The signage etc was as ever haphazard, you had little idea of what you might be stepping into with the rooms, and for most people, much of the art will leave them cold, while other bits will resonate massively. 

Previously individual students were being compressed down to a single item, which bordered on the meaningless, here they were allowed space to provide more of a show. 

The illustration was fine, a couple of very strong and utterly charming artists, others that felt a bit stuck in a particular style that was at once overly familiar and unappealing. Graphic design tend not to work particularly well at these shows, with a bit more space to breathe it might have been clearer what was being delivered beyond the messaging. The costume design is always a highlight for me, and was fun as ever. 

I was there for the first day, and it felt as busy and popular as ever. With architecture in the same building, it got a good through put of viewers, and the students gave a good showing. 

By way of reflection, it does feel like architecture in its various guises must represent the bulk of the student numbers, and judging by the student’s names, Chinese might be the predominant language spoken. If the Chinese students are having an influence, then it seems a positive one, a slightly melancholy whimsical beauty permeates much of the work, like Myst made flesh. Environmental awareness and responsibility seem to be axiomatic, but there is little discernible formal style beyond a rather free flowing organic one. 

 

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Artists’ Bookmarket 2022

prompted by a reminder from The Modernist Society, Yesterday I pulled on my smart socks and headed into Edinburgh to visit the Artists’ Bookmarket 2022 at the Fruitmarket. It was nice to get into Edinburgh again, although much has changed, nice to see the Artisan Gelato in Cockburn Street for the usual ice cream cone, take in the Christian Aid book sale on George Street, buy some bone handled butter knifes in an old antique shop on Hanover Street, get a pot of tea and a cake further down into the New Town, stroll past St Stephens the only church that gives me vertigo when I look at it, and then through Stockbridge (top quality charity shops (25p per item of cutlery)) then up and through the West End to catch my train home from Haymarket. 

There is a growing scene of short run art publications by artists, writer and photographers, I have been buying the odd photo book from the The Modernist Society and finding a few more interesting titles on Etsy, but it was great to see the scene in the round at a full exhibition. I do rather wonder if these sorts of short run publications will replace galleries and museums, which inevitably see static and impassive. 

In amongst a rich field, the following in particular caught my eye, and I doubtless spent more than I should have on wonderful books or zines. 

 

Helen Douglas – Wildwood and Pivot – I could easily have bought more, these were simply the first two I looked at and they caught my imagination

http://www.weproductions.com/index.html

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Fistful of Books – Thank You Shanghai – likewise plenty of other great stuff, 

https://fistfulofbooks.com/product/thank-you-shanghai/

 

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Robert Blomfield: Edinburgh 1957 – 1966 – picked up from the Fistful of Books stand as a present for my father who met my mother in Edinburgh around that time, 

https://bluecoatpress.co.uk/product/robert-blomfield-edinburgh-1957-1966/ 

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Lynda Wilson – Dungeness Sketchbook – I have noted a few women artists who seem less bothered about perspective and trying to represent three dimensions, but still capture something of the essence of a place. And who cannot be fascinated by Dungeness, which even if you have never visited it, somehow populates your imagination with the shingle grinding away in the tide as some nature and people hang on just. 

https://lyndawilson.co.uk

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on reading diaries instead of novels these days

Lately I have not been reading many novels, instead I seem to have switched to diaries. 

Over Christmas I worked my way through the three volumes of diaries by Roy Strong, and I am currently halfway through the diaries of James (Jim) Lees-Milne. While the Strong diaries are well regarded, those of James Lees-Milne have an almost legendary status, perhaps even above those of Chips Channon or Alan Clark as notable English diaries of the twentieth century. And this is despite Lees-Milne being relatively obscure now as a historical or literary figure. 

The status of his diaries rests on the quality of the writing, and his knack of socialising, and reporting on, so many of the notable figures of his era. It stretches, so far, from people recounting personal memories of Proust, to the wedding of Charles and Diana. It seems, in those days, anyone who was anyone in that world, might fit into a small cathedral, and often did. 

My good lady wife has also bought me a set of the Crossman diaries, which seem to be out of print, but readily obtainable second hand. I read a volume a while back, and if I am to read diaries, then I might as well finish off the Crossman diaries too. The set I have bears a bookplate from the library of Michael Howard, I probably ought to have asked the seller which Michael Howard this was, at a guess the military historian, but who knows.

Although diaries lack the narrative drive of a thriller, they do offer other pleasures. While I was never likely to meet any of these diarists, nor would we have had much in common, within their own particular world’s they seem decent and honourable people. I enjoy that they get things wrong, make poor judgements at times, you cannot edit your past nor should you. While novels are all about a narrative, diaries are more anthropological. Who are these people, what do they do, what is important to them, what do they think. 

For Lees-Milne it is a backwards facing world, even at the start of his career he was seeking the pick of the stately homes to save from the bulldozer via being taken on by the National Trust. Hence seeking to charm a fading dying race of destitute aristocracy. These were people who defined themselves as a closed set, distinct from the rest of the bedint world, with their own private language, taking delight in their own snobbishness. The fact that this world was so clearly ending renders it more palatable now. 

The aristocracy came in tribes, and his tribe was the literary set, talk of Proust and Bloomsbury. Everyone always writing biographies, Cecil Beaton figures, and as the diaries progress physical decline mirrors the decline of estates and fortunes. 

There is something to be said for the unflinching consideration of old age, with luck we will all endure it, what lessons might be learn to prepare for it. There is much to be said for spending time with people you like, in an agreeable setting that works well for you. 

 

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Lockdown #7

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Lockdown in its various shades has now been going on for over a year, I was sent home in March 2020, and I have not been to the office since then. 

In theory things are starting to revert to normal, though when I am out and about, or speaking to family or colleagues, none of us quite believe that things are actually going back to normal in the foreseeable future. 

It seems worthwhile to think about what this new normal might mean for homes and offices

For Homes – on the evidence of endless televised webcam interviews, people are not creating offices within their houses. People might have a bit of table space, or have an attractive backdrop for when they are on video calls, but no one seems to be setting aside rooms to create a virtual office. Possibly the fact that it is virtual, no colleague will ever visit it in person, and so much of our life is discharged via the medium of a screen, and not even a big screen, a laptop or mobile phone screen often, means the office paraphernalia is minimal. You might have thought that stationers like Paperchase would boom during an extended period of home working, but they have not. Everything is just virtual. People in general have not been treating themselves to dedicated office space, stationery, fancy desks, or filing cabinets. Those wee desks with a tambour top, that allow you to fold away your laptop out of sight are popular according to the antique shops, but that is about it. 

 

What people have been doing is spending more on outdoor space, the burly lads doing the heavy lifting in gardens have never been busier, creating outdoor space. The fancy sheds in the garden have also been booming, benefiting from some very generous permitted development rules. There are also plenty of skips, suggesting that garages and lofts have been cleared out to make space. 

 

While people have been making their outdoor space work better, and making their indoor space work better, they don’t seem to be fundamentally changing how their homes are organised. The old staples of more space is always better, and flexible space is best of all, still seem to rule. 

 

On the evidence of the Sunday papers, the other trend seems to be people moving from the city to the country. I live in a quiet suburb with traditional sized gardens, for most residents these gardens were far too large and an encumbrance, but with covid and home working they are now valued far more than they ever were before. Big gardens, roomy houses, elbow room, a hint of nature, liveable walkable neighbourhoods all seem popular. Whether this is achieved by staying where you are (twenty minute neighbourhoods) or by a flit to the country. 

 

I heard a recent presentation on the environmental impact of such moves to the country, in terms of carbon emissions. Counter intuitively a move to the country and less commuting did not automatically translate into less carbon emissions. If you were swapping a small flat for a big country house with oil fired central heating it was a bit of an environmental disaster. In theory we are migrating away from oil, gas and coal for heating, but if electricity is to fill that particular gap then we will need to radically rethink how we heat our houses. Boiling a kettle of water consumes around fifty pence worth of electricity, we cannot cheaply heat our houses with electrically heated hot water. 

 

But some people are thinking even bolder than that, according to The Times interest in French chateaux has rocketed. if you can live anywhere with a decent broadband, then maybe think bigger than just a slightly bigger house. There will be plenty of people with the money to make a chateaux work, and it has to be better than a flat in locked down London. 

 

It is possible to make working from home work for you. It is possible to get most everything delivered. You can entertain if you have the space. You can enjoy a good quality of life, and we are avoiding shared spaces, then a bit of isolation is not a bad thing. Sharing a house with a few other people working from home is reasonable enough. It provides a bit of company, and someone else to answer the door if you are on an urgent call. 

 

Perhaps in future groups of people will start sharing desirable properties, sharing the bills and sharing the lifestyle. CoHousing is one approach, but there are plenty of others, and it does not need to be as grim as the horrendous Young Ones experience of student life. 

 

For Offices – flipping this round, if people are working from home, or hybrid working, then what will the office do? A working assumption is that some degree of physical separation of people is likely to continue. So shared spaces like tea points and lifts are problematic. Offices will need to be more spacious and better ventilated. Some people will opt to work in the office as they always did. But for those with a long commute or childcare, then this is likely to be problematic. The saved time and gained flexibilities from lockdown are unlikely to be willingly given up. A hybrid office with only part of the working workforce physically present is a very different beast. Instead of the lone voice on the bat phone being the exception, we might all be virtual presences, with no physical meeting at all. Even if you are in the office, why rush off to a meeting room, when you can do the meeting at your own desk. 

 

The functions that offices will need to perform are those where being present is necessary. So more flexible working spaces, meeting rooms, breakout rooms, less banks of desks cluttered with pot plants and personalised mugs. Offices in places that are worth going to are also likely to do better. Bland office monocultures like Canary Wharf are increasingly likely to prove unappealing. If I am going to my office for a physical meeting, then doing that in the morning, with an afternoon at some nearby attraction, gallery or museum, is a more appealing option. 

 

Underpinning this last though is the heartfelt plea that we need to be much clearer on what the expectations are on employees. With covid it was natural that there was a bit of a war time mentality, but the always on, always on call, work till you drop culture does need to change. There needs to be a great acknowledgement that by not being available we are not deserting our post in the country’s hour of need, we are simply doing what we are paid for, and enjoying the other half of our lives. 

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We don’t think about moss enough. It is just quietly there not bothering anyone. But if you have a piece of dislodged moss, perhaps blown from your roof, or a patch on paving slabs that you pass regularly, you should pause to reflect. Moss seems to like shaded damp places, but not only does it like those spaces, in its way it creates its own damp places. Pick apart a piece of moss and it resembles nothing so much as a sponge. So it sponges up the moisture when it is wet, and in drier times, it retains that dampness to keep itself going. 

 

There is something commendable about this quiet tenacity, and we all admire creatures that diligently create their own habitat. The beaver building its dam, the bees and their hive. 

 

There is something innately human about this, our  nesting instinct, our desire to nestle a house in a garden, or adorn a bedroom with something beyond just the quotidian. A person’s desk in an office becomes a wee microcosm of that person, a small world of cute, or irreverent, work or family. 

 

History, literature, analysis, adheres to the great man theory of everything. We like to point to a single leader, who guided the country for good or ill, we like to single out notable architects, and then expect their vision to be preserved forever.

 

But for something to work it has to be a small ecology unto itself. Something that can sustain itself, keeps going. Like the moss preserving some damp for drier times, or the happy family unit. Perhaps we should put our efforts into creating self sustaining systems that will persist, rather than focus so much on the iconic and spectacular. Build communities to make people happy and fulfilled, and create lives for ourselves that make our immediate environment better in small ways. Living a comfortable life, gently and at peace with the world is an honourable estate. Small kindnesses will prevail over time.

There is something we all share, a dream of living in a country house

It almost seems hard wired into growing up in Britain, to hanker after living in a nice house in the countryside. We spend our weekends going round National Trust houses in the country, which might range in grandeur but are all comfortably outwith our income bracket. The tv is obsessed with bringing some forgotten ruin in the sticks into the 21st century, turning it into the most des of res. 

Of course we can be realistic in our aspirations. Nothing too extravagant, not a chateau, but perhaps an old vicarage, or manse. A converted school, or barn. Perhaps modernist with concrete kitchen surfaces and great panes of glass bigger than your dining room table, which let’s face it is pretty massive in itself. Or Georgian (we do not dare to dream of living in a Jacobean masion or an Arts and Crafts Lutyens’ extravagance). Something with half a dozen bedrooms, so the family and friends could visit. 

Avoiding the mere bagatelle of paying for this property in the first place, you might have won the lottery, or managed to sell a mews property in the city, in the flight to the country, what are the actual costs? 

There was a good piece in the Times on Friday 30th April (2021) about the costs of running a country house in the £2M – £3M price bracket. A conservative estimate of the costs comes to around £60k per annum !

£10k – £15k for heating

£7k for water

£20k for a gardener, but £52k for a Royal Horticultural Society qualified head gardener, 

£15k for a part time housekeeper, allow £50k for a live in gardener / housekeeper combo couple, 

£2k – £3k to maintain the pool 

but also be prepared to spend £20k for a livestock manager, and £20 per day for a house-sitter when you are away. 

Keep around £20k in a sinking fund to pay for maintenance, if it is still a second home, then factor in £20k for a four wheel drive station car (to leave at the station), and of course, £10k for garden machinery, £1k – £5k for security, £2k for firewood.

It might be possible to offset some of these costs by renting out a cottage, but then you might need it for live in staff.  

Even then, living in the country does not come cheap if you want to do it in style. Reading the Roy Strong Diaries, over Christmas,  I was struck by the feeling that like Sir Walter Scott he was working himself into the ground to pay the running costs for The Laskett. I am fond of Roy Strong and relieved to hear that he has downsized to something smaller. Roy was also particularly good about describing how that old money/ arty set (Chips Channon, Cecil Beaton, Antonia Fraser, et al) lived. A butler hired in for when you had guest, a floral display for when you had guests, the house well kept without being ostentatious. Guests would all stay with you, as obviously where else could they stay, and be catered for with endless buffets, newspapers, a tennis court, walks and vistas. 

Clearly entertaining to that standard costs in the tens of thousands too. And then there are all the little social lubricants that you don’t really see, the kitchen, the furniture. The recent refurbishment of the Boris Johnson’s Downing Street flat is reputed to have cost around £200k, clearly not two tins of Dulux and a trip to IKEA there then. 

For those interested in the costs of running just the garden, The Economic History of the English Garden, by Roderick Floud comes highly recommended. Those Capability Brown landscapes, after Claude Lorrain, never came cheap, growing your own pineapple made Formula 1 racing look cheap and accessible. The idyl did not come cheap in human terms either, the horses were treated far better than the servants ever were. 

Although that might be a lifestyle we all aspire to, it is essentially utterly impractical, those walled kitchen gardens were abandoned because the labour in keeping them was too enormous, those country houses fell empty, because you needed an army of staff to run them, even the smaller stately homes only really function economically as wedding venues, or upmarket hotels. As primary or second houses they are a form of conspicuous consumption, denoting your taste and where you come from, or how you would like to be perceived. Grand as that living was, it is a relic of an unequal society that cared little for the vast majority, it is perhaps time to think of new dreams and aspirations that sit more comfortably with the world we live in today. 

 

 

SUDS – the good the bad and the ugly

I have attached a short presentation that I gave to the local community council earlier today. There is a lot of new housing around where I live, and from the start sustainable urban drainage was built in. It was before my time here, but there was a lot of resistance initially to the idea. 

We are all aware of climate change, and that the weather is becoming more extreme, hotter, wetter, drier, colder. At the same time where we live is becoming increasingly urbanised, there are more hard surfaces, from roads to mono block. All of these increase runnoff when it rains, and as a litre of water weighs a kilo, that is a lot of water suddenly looking for somewhere to go. It can easily cause flooding, and as it overwhelms the drains, sewage can be added to the mix. 

Sustainable urban drainage is a means to slow down the transit of this excess water, so that it lingers and soaks away. These can be wet or dry SUDS. The wet SUDS are deep and gloopy, so they are fenced off and planted up to deter anyone from swimming or trying to skate on ice. The dry ones can just be playing fields or scrubby bits of land. 

These do save us from flooding, and have made a real difference locally. Most people probably don’t realise what they are and why they are important, but while some SUDS are first rate, many seem a bit of a wasted resource, once open water all crowded with plants, tatty areas that look like wasteland. 

These are habitats, and over time they will be populated with appropriate species, but as a growing habitat they ought to be factored into our local understanding and the judicious scattering of some seeds, and some planting and maintenance, could really help maximise the benefits from SUDS. 

 

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