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It appears to me that humans are becoming increasingly incompetent, lazy and creatively challenged. Sure, there is a minority of creative sorts pulling their weight, but the general public seems to have become passive to the development of the world around them. I remember one particularly bad afternoon I decided to eat a tin of tuna. When finished, I tossed the empty can into a stainless steel garbage bin, something most would consider a regular article of industrial design. I was then overcome by an urge to toss that simplistic, uninteresting bin into another; I saw the bin as having as much aesthetic value as the tin I tossed inside it. I would then be left with a babushka-doll-style set of bins, each as lifeless and uncreative as the one inside of it.
Look around your home, take a walk down the street, then tell me how many walls are painted snot green, hot pink or fluorescent blue. Then tell me how many walls are ivory, grey, black, brown. Since when did everyone get so serious, since when were bright, fun colours deemed to be so tasteless? The world is a playground not an office cubicle; we all need to have more fun with what we make and surround ourselves with.
Since the International Style monopolised the design world in the early 20th century, humans have become accustomed to the idea that minimalism equals style. What most are unaware of is that when they decorated their home the large brown couch would have suited just as well as the small grey one. Yet because of the International Style, any yummy-mummy or Stepford wife can play interior decorator. The truth is... The rest of this article is available to subscribers of Eyeline
