Downunder but not forgotten

I’ve long been an admirer of the work of Matty Logan. This proud Aussie was a great favourite of his clients. Sadly I learned recently that Matty had fallen victim to Alzheimers and had passed away. Although his work output had tailed off in recent years, we will see no more of his flair in the more affluent suburbs of the UK. Despite the initial reluctance to his style back in the 1970s, his fortitude saw him through some very lean times and he bounced back into the market through the ‘80s and early '90s. His work is now praised for it’s stunning simplicity. His skill was to blend multiple aspects of design to become one visual image, and he was the master. His clients loved him while some people in the industry generally considered him a bit brash. Certainly he was never one to be shy. He was rumoured to have told a extrovert member of a certain pop group exactly what to do with his Yucca plant back in the 1970s. Personally, I like his work and I admired his attitude to life. The market is going to be a quieter place without his input. Wherever he has ended up, I hope peace seeks him out.

Techno Doom

Stating the obvious, we live in an immediate world. I dread to think to what greater degree this will be true in 25 years time. It appears to be the norm these days to expect a dialled mobile to be answered, straight away, every time, as if the future of the world depended on it. Well, surprise surprise, it doesn’t. I’ve lived a good two-thirds of my life so far without a mobile. I survived as did my parents and my grandparents. People had a social life, businesses managed to operate and even make a profit. I do have a mobile and use it as a phone plus the odd text. No social networking, no video calls. I even try to discourage design colleagues at work from using the number. They are told to use the landline and if I’m not there, to call back. On occasions when I give it a thought, I wonder if we are being led somewhere we really don’t want to go, and do we even realise that we are the ones holding the stick with the carrot dangling on the end. Our reliance on systems and technology will all end in tears, mark my words. As if anyone is likely to mark my words.

Forward Vision

Recently I was standing on the new concourse of Kings Cross Station in London, waiting for a Saturday train up to Peterborough, off to attend a family birthday. My aunt was celebrating her 92nd birthday after a full life. She had been on the staff of Countess Mountbatten in India during the last days of British rule. She had hunted tigers on the back of an elephant, she had seen the great wealth and the extreme poverty of the sub-continent, and she had met both Jawaharlal Nehru and Mohandas Gandhi, the renowned Mahatma, in Ahmedabad. She remains a remarkable and active woman. Anyway, I digress. Waiting for my train, I did what I do on such occasions to relieve the boredom, I watched the people around me. Individually, people are fascinating. As a group, they become irritating. One encounter I was close enough to witness involved a middle-aged man, tall and bulky, and a young woman, probably in the 18-22 age range. The man walked past me heading towards the St Pancras exit while the woman was heading towards him and the train platforms, a ubiquitous takeaway coffee in hand. As the two neared, she raised the cup, tipped back he head and took some coffee. In doing so, she lost her view of the way ahead and walked into the man. Big guy, small woman . . . she lost. The man muttered something and continued walking. The collision however caused the coffee to fall to the floor. After a few steps, he looked around and was greeted with a sarcastic "Thank you" from the woman. He responded " You just walked into me", and turned back on his way. He was right, I saw it. Perhaps he could have offered some sympathy for the spilt coffee but his demeanour said “this is the last straw”. Crowded London can sometimes be a place for experiencing the worst of people. Do I mean the man or the woman ? Perhaps either, or both. This reminded me of an article on BBC News a couple of weeks ago where a woman in Birmingham had fallen in the canal while texting on her phone. Luckily she was rescued by a passer-by. This is not a new phenomenon. Forty years ago, my youngest sister walked into a lamp-post while looking in a different direction. Many tears ensued but she was only about 6 or 7 at the time. I don't recall her ever doing it again. It's all about paying attention to what is important. There are so many distractions today that the phrase "taking your eye off the ball" has more relevance than ever. I keep on eye on my surroundings, or at least I think I do. Stating the obvious, multi-tasking can be dangerous if one of the tasks is walking. Concentrate on what you are doing, unless you want to lose your skinny latte or fall in a dirty canal. Be warned.