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“The beauty of art presents itself to sense, to feeling, to perception, to imagination; its sphere is not that of thought, and the apprehension of its activity and its productions demand another organ than that of scientific intelligence. Moreover, what we enjoy in the beauty of art is precisely the freedom of its productive and plastic enegrgies. In the origination, as in the contemplation, of its creations we appear to escape wholly from the fetters and rules of regularity.”

 

“We would exchange the shadowland of the idea for cheerful vigorous reality. And lastly, the source of artistic creations is the free activity of fancy, which in her imagination is more free than nature’s self. Not only has art at command the whole wealth of natural forms in the brilliant variety of their appearance, but also the creative imagination has power to expatiate inexhaustibly beyond their limit in products of its own.”

 

“And on the other hand seeing that art is what cheers and animates the dull and withered dryness of the idea, reconciles with reality its abstraction and its dissociation therefrom, and supplies out of the real world what is lacking to the notion, it follows, we may think, that a purely intellectual treatment of art destroys this very means of supplementation, annihilates it, and reduces the idea once more to its simplicity devoid of reality, and to its shadowy abstractness.”

 

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Blue areas will be SMass performance sites. More MausoChaps and Recorpisteries, then Shwoopy sound-reflecting Confessoriums and finally Publi-Tubes.

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The Brain is Wider Than the Sky

 

The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.

The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.

 

Emily Dickinson

 

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Children Find everything in nothing. Men nothing in everything.

Leopardi

 

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Plenty of very real things happened in 1982: planes crashed, ships sank, Israel invaded Lebanon, Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands (or Las Malvinas as their military leaders so desperately sought to brand it), and the USSR invaded Afghanistan. A lot of people died: and that is without mentioning all the proxy wars that were keeping everybody south of the equator clutching their Uzis and Kalashnikovs close to their chest, in case of the very real need of protecting themselves from some marauding warlord or other, intent on murdering their political and ethnic enemies at will in the name of freedom or brotherhood.

 

A lot of very real events, and these events were keeping everybody on their toes like never before thanks to an innovation of two years before: twenty four hour news service. On June 1, 1980 Ted Turners CNN news channel began telling us all about everything sensational that was going on in the world at the time, in real-time, in film, in colour, with flashy graphics, with music full of gravitas and tension, with live satellite link-ups to whatever region in the world was host to whatever awful trauma, cataclysm, or crisis happened to be most thrilling at that given moment. No longer was there the filter of opinion and distance inherent in print, which had up until that point maintained news as something more literary and imaginative -something worked into by the reader and accessed via a level of effort; even tabloid articles require readers to paint the scene of their rhetorical rants in their heads. Now news became immediate. The power of the image, the power of belief that is forced upon us when we see something rather than have something described to us meant that doubt began to creep out of the presentation of events; or rather that it was precisely because it seemed that it had become presenting rather than recounting: subjectivity seemed to have been replaced by objectivity.

 

But at the same time as it seemed that people were gaining access to the reality and the immediacy of events around the world, the medium itself was creating a schism. A major difference between the mediums of television and film and that of print and the still image is that with the former one cannot peruse at will, there is no potential for idly accessing some areas in depth and glancing over others, one cannot create the order in which one absorbs; these are qualities Inherent in mediums whose form is static but whose content is dynamic (print etc). With television a stream of images is presented which, by virtue of the gullibility of the eye satisfies the viewer, and because of the necessary quantity of images, of stories, of events (the news channel maintains its reputation by bringing you the news as it happens, where it happens and there is a lot of news to keep up with), and the lack of ability of the viewer to be able to slow down the stream and focus in any way, all images become equal, they become flattened in terms of the affect that they have on the viewer. With CNN, form became dynamic and content became static: more and more events, but less and less message, less and less content, just constantly changing places, faces and things. But with one overpowering cumulative effect: a vague, general, but extremely strong sense of unease (well what else when we are confronted with continuous disaster?).

 

So plenty of very real things happened in 1982, but they started to seem less real, more immediate visually, more worrying, but less independent and discreet to people living with access to Ted Turners new channel. Why 1982? My apologies, but I had to pick a year and it happens to be the one into which I was born: that being an event which although I am sure never made it onto CNN, was pretty important for me.

 

So I was born, and being born into a business-oriented family, (the new generation of people for whom all the places in the world were like the news stories in CNN: flashing past each other with such rapidity that they merged into something new) the aforementioned channel was forever flickering in the background -it was the wallpaper to fights about haircuts and holidays, school results and infidelity. But until reasonably late I was unaware of the arrival of its cultural twin, of its beautifully decked-out sister.

 

A year after CNN, on the first of August 1981 (as everyone in my generation knows) MTV was launched by Warner Entertainment. Sputtering into existence with few viewers, it soon became to pop-culture (which for my generation became Culture) what CNN was to politics and current affairs. Novelty reigned supreme here as well. A heady combination of music, fashion, dance and graphics began to swirl so violently that people not only got swept up in it, but began to live it: where the news convinced the viewer of gravity through image, MTV created whole identities, created exciting genres of what one could be. These identities, like news stories, were originally taken up from the surrounding culture, and having been stripped of any content, were transmitted as novelty to the waiting viewers: but as the speed of necessary change increased, as the appetite for shiny newness grew (because when something is devoid of content it only lasts as long as it seems fresh, exciting, and then its hollowness eats outwards and it must be discarded), so the surrounding culture became insufficient identities (complex images) needed to be fabricated. This tendency was exemplified by Madonna, a singer whose initial record in 1982 (woohoo, again!) began a prolific career in which, marching from identity to identity in rapid succession she mined the past, the future, every type of music, every type of clothing, and almost as many beliefs, in unending combination to constantly keep herself interesting and new. She is the epitome of massively dynamic form whose dynamism itself stems from its static -or rather here, almost entirely nullified- content. Madonna is however exceptional in personifying the system, there was a danger in her very existence: by virtue of her being the same person and whirling through all these identities, she revealed the way in which the cultural machine works, and a fundamental motor which keeps it working is either suspended disbelief, or genuine belief in each of these passing images and identities. Madonnas existence and success screamed out that every identity is just part of an unceasing, cascading collage. However, rather than instilling any doubt by virtue of her success, her type moved people on from believing their whole youth in one identity (punk or New Romantic etc), or simply enjoying the cascade discreetly as if watching the news, to themselves believing in one thing after another after another after another themselves dressing one way after another, themselves being one thing after another, like Madonna going from Bohemian-Gypsy to Punk-Antoinette to Disco-Baroque to Skater-Rap to Folk-FuckYou-Mod to NewAge-Rave etc, and being each of these things in earnest. Just like the news service elevating each event to extreme crisis and therefore dissipating all events and leaving only a sense of unease or fear, so MTV elevated every passing persona to the heights of adulation, and thereby dissipated persona itself, leaving only a generalised and widespread sense of lost identity, which itself drove us all to seek the next persona more desperately.

 

And this brings me to a confused teenager. By the time I was fifteen I had for a while been making the mistake of earnestly believing in either the eminence or the superiority of whatever  groups I had been in or whatever music I had been listening to; I had made the mistake of taking the news and current affairs to heart and being in continual mourning for half the world; and by the time all my sympathy had been eaten up by the thirty seventh war or the fiftieth natural disaster, by the time all my youthfully ardent passion had been frittered away on espousing one image of myself or another (skater, raver, art-knob, queen), by that time, with all that lost energy which could have been focussed on something of content, I became tired, bored, apathetic. The flow of images had eaten up my energy and I was left doubting if indeed anything that had been held up to me by my peers and by our media was meaningful at all, whether anything could hold anyones attention for more than a millisecond, could genuinely affect them, and whether if indeed it did affect them, whether it could do more than just batter them repeatedly like some bully with ADHD.

 

Towards the end of my schooling, when all of my friends were disappearing off to Africa, South America or India, to find out who they truly were (I guess they were all like me: seeing the world through a lens that could observe nothing but surfaces, and, aware of the fact, desperately searching for a way in which to see more), I happened upon architecture: it seemed so solid, so sturdy, its books seemed to spit and shout and scream with real war cries, and if not that then they seemed to confidently speak of eternities, of understandable systems, essentially it all seemed reassuringly old fashioned and ideological: it seemed real. So for a period I stepped out of the confusing torrent and was convinced in turn that function=truth, form=rehabilitation, structure=craft, digitalisation=complexity, complexity=nature, one after another -not all being mutually exclusive- but rather quickly beginning to cancel each other out. I had been taken in by the seductive combination of simple answers and concrete outcomes: where previously the images on the television wreaked havoc with my heart by virtue of the gullibility of the eye, now I had been convinced by all of my senses together. How can something as material, as real, as concrete as a building -a space- in any way not have substance to it? A building seemed like such an irrefutable presence (you dont only look at it, but can touch it, smell it, hear it), such an incredible act of human will and ideas manifesting themselves in the physical world that all the vapid reasonings used to define their genesis were things to be forgiven, to somehow be believed in and apologised for because they led to the holy grail of the manifestly physical. But what was the significance of being manifest physically?

 

Just as before I had been taken in by form. Here it had seduced me more completely by a smattering of specious arguments that tarted it up just enough that one could allow oneself to give in to credulity. But just as after a certain number of images, so after a certain number of physical specimens one loses that credulity: I had been so desperate for content and realness that I had not seen that empty arguments masquerading as content are even worse than none at all, and that even something physical can be eaten from the inside out by hollowness. Outside of architecture there was the force and power of locomotion, of incessant flashing change, of novelty, newness and excitement to distract from the emptiness of everything; architecture -with its plodding gait- was not only without this placebo, but encumbered by arrogant moralising (you wont save your soul just painting everything white!) . Even as their work is swept up and used as just-some-more-fuel in the world of images, even as architects are benefiting from being presented as novelty, they somehow continue to see through a lens that stuffs their work full of principles.

 

After searching for meaning for so long, after being duped so many times, after realising that what the eye sees is not any kind of rounded reality, that the physical and tangible doesn’tt necessarily mean the substantial, that form isnt identity; after searching for so long it was just a swapping of gaze from one side of the equals-sign to the other that provided so much material of substance, so much richness and meaning that I would never be left wanting for the rest of my days. With the news-channels, the individual event no longer matters, it is the cumulative effect which is important, just as with MTV and pop-cultural programming, also advertising (the individual advert doesn’tt have so much significance, its the cumulative effect, the need to fulfil oneself through products), and so on.  The meaning is the cumulative. The meaning, the content is the requisite social mechanisms that keep our society more stable and contented than any combination of state and church could ever achieve: people are kept busy, kept forever distracted, kept eternally desiring by an exquisite, beautiful, complex and ultimately serene (when seen from this angle) nothingness, emptiness.

 

And then there is pleasure. One can sit back and enjoy the most fabulously ornate, embellished, complex and busy construction of artifice that man has ever seen. Relish the adverts and music videos as they flutter past like they were delicate butterflies, savour the current political crisis like you would a distant thunderstorm, delight in the latest exhibition as you would waking up and seeing the city covered in snow: because this colourful, floating edifice of ours is a para-monde, a new reality, supplementary to that of nature but very much springing from it. And just as one can revel in the meaningless comings and goings of nature (the way that lights falls, the vagaries of the weather, the dawdling of animals, the ever fascinating behaviour of people in the streets etc), just as one can be kept busy by the infinity of trivialities in the immediate world around us; so we can enjoy the world of images, the great construction of man. We do not question what we see in nature because we do not doubt its essential realness, we accept it all as equally significant, we allow ourselves the luxury of assigning meaning to the things and happenings that we see, we allow our minds to seize on it all as material which we appropriate to construct our own little metaphorical narratives; and if one sees our meaningless world of novelty in this way, it becomes a continuous joy to watch, it becomes a vast mine of material from which one can construct as many narratives and forms as one could ever want. With this liberation of all that form by realising and being aware of its meta-content (/meaning), we enter the realm of the epicurean whose unending desire is eternally fanned and fed.

 

So real things still happen, only each of them has an extravagant twin in the mirror-world of our Culture. Each event has its own Joanna-on-the-weekends to its James. Susan Sontag describes the appreciation of this specular world as being the Camp sensibility and  describes how she is strongly drawn to Camp, and almost as strongly offended by it. She realises that One is drawn to Camp when one realises that sincerity is not enough. Sincerity can be simple philistinism, intellectual narrowness. Being drawn towards a certain sensibility, being able to understand its logic, she has not yet managed to see the possibilities inherent within it. It draws on and enjoys frivolity, but is not frivolous in itself. As a New York liberal she also cannot reconcile herself to the fact that “Camp taste is by its nature possible only in affluent societies, in societies or circles capable of experiencing the psychopathology of affluence,” but she also points out that “Camp taste is a kind of love, love for human nature.” What I am trying to describe in this essay is not entirely the same as Sontag, it is however something of its Siamese twin, sharing a deep well-spring of continuous amazement as its shared heart.

 

There is the enjoyment of this artificial world, and there is the freedom to use all its wealth of form, but then there is the difficulty of dealing with great wealth… as a creator, as designer, what does one do with this embarrassment of riches? Memphis, a collaborative design group formed in February 1981 attempted to tackle this head on by plunging into the flow. From the very beginning, being hyper-aware of what they were dealing with, they decided to access and utilise all the energies of what they called popular culture’s “embryonic languages” and forms, to explode orthodox design’s “expressive poverty”. They hoped to lay the foundations for “a future, more flexible and sophisticated stylistic syntax” by being as “enthusiastic, explosive, exalted, elated, as striking as neon in a tropical night.” They managed to capture something of a moment in the world around them, but from the beginning they recognised that they could do no more. From the initiation of the project they were “all sure that Memphis furniture will soon go out of style,” they “saw the fact of being a fad, of moving a la mode and comme la mode as a sign of great vitality,” they went into the experiment seeing their own creations, seeing “Memphis objects, like fashion, [as] purely tautological, [as] ‘immoral.’” Essentially they were intrepid intellectuals dipping their toes into the water to test its temperature. They tremulously began to start formulating a way in which thoughts, speculations, constructions, and content can deal with dynamic form. Even as they denied it, statements like: “Memphis has taken the first step towards the recomposition of an open and flexible design culture that is aware of history, conscious of consumption as a search for social identity and of the object as a sign through which a message is conveyed,” reveal their serious goals. The solution that they arose to, and which itself (as they had predicted) became just a fad, a flash in the reel of images, was formulating each unit of design as something unique and fresh: constructions composed of different elements which when smashed together spoke dynamically to people through their senses, which through a shocking combination of kitsch, loudness and sophistication powerfully conveyed a feeling, an impression. The trade-off was that although they had managed to genuinely start harnessing and exploring the creative energy of what they called ‘marginal culture’ and ‘consumer society’, they were ultimately swallowed by it and swept away; their unique and fresh objects stood alone and empty in the glare of time with only their sensual impressions, their surfaces as guardians. From the beginning they treated Memphis as an experiment, their designs were “anti-ideological”, empty of content and so destined to be swept away and only left as colourful flotsam. They made the mistake of thinking that not being ideological meant that one could only be consciously devoid of content (and cerebrally grappling with form). Like Sontag with her attraction and horror towards Camp, their whole experiment was tinged with the ambivalence of designers seduced by the world around them, but unable to reconcile content with form in vicious flux, and so they only dealt in form.

 

Coming slowly to the age where I will be spat-out at the world and be allowed to begin dropping material objects from the confusion of my thoughts, I thought it pertinent to begin framing a general problem for myself and anyone who would like to come along for the ride. If one goes beyond that immediate earnestness where gullibility forces us to take everything at face value; if one saves one’s energy for relevant problems and releases enjoyment and imagination to feed upon the rest; if one takes the turn beyond meaninglessness and sees that there is meaning -only that it is manifest in the cumulative; if one recognises that our wedding-cake world is in no way in contradiction to nature, and reality (and of course, profound creation and discourse, which I have purposely kept from this essay for brevity‘s sake); if one is stuffed full of ideas and is unsated by simply standing back and enjoying, then it is time to add a new layer to design culture, to allow the possibility for others to experience another turn in perception. We are in a world of incandescent, cataclysmic form, at the heart of which sits the meta-content of systemic distraction/pacification/production. Memphis dabbled in the furnace of dynamic form and was gloriously incinerated, now, at least to begin with there is the possibility of creating a dynamic content, of setting in motion meanings that tumble and crash and explode in turn just as rapidly. One can already mindlessly watch the forms fly-by like so many blackbirds and robins in the park, but what of more? what of the possibility that just as every real event has its fabulously decked-out but vacuous twin, so every fabulous twin should have its own fabulous inverse: its own incandescent personality, its own garlanded meaning? It would be madly chaotic, it would be mistaken for irony and insincerity and cynicism, but it would be both a bonfire worthy of the intellect as well as the senses, and potentially a delirious vessel which in parts is spectacle, but as a whole could be deeply real: dynamic-form and dynamic-content. And as new technologies open up new frontiers, as the internet becomes the first example of dynamic content which we can investigate, so there is the opportunity to make something, to make things that are more complex, more rounded than ever before.

 

There is so much potential beyond meaninglessness.

Plan HAuction

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The Freedom of Aesthetics

 

In the Eighteenth Century monarchs and princes in Europe were in competition with each other to acquire a secret. In times before the free availability of knowledge, when techniques migrated over centuries between continents, and even in such events were jealously guarded from country to country, it was normal for nations to be vying with each other to buy the relevant Arcanum and its workings from someone who purported to hold the key to its mysteries. It was normal and had been borne out through countless obsessive and futile attempts in the previous centuries to find potentially transformative (both on a national and a personal level) discoveries. As well as forming an intricate compound philosophy of their own, alchemists were fought over and jealously guarded as valuable assets because a part of their embryonic science was the ‘logical’ deduction that there must be a way to transform base metals into silver and gold, with the only necessary discovery being the amplificatory Philosopher’s Stone; another part of their understanding of science was that they should be able to create a universal Panacea, or Elixir of life which would indefinitely cure all disease and extend the taker’s life infinitely. Like gunpowder and the technique of ‘vaccine’, these pursued goals had concrete, measurable and valuable outcomes: if you discover the Elixir of Life you will be able to remain pursuing pleasure -or whatever your tangent in life maybe- forever, and if you acquire the Philosopher’s Stone you will be able to enrich yourself as much as you desire, and so long as nobody else acquires it –which would lead to the immediate devaluation of that which was previously so precious and would render the Stone worthless- you and your country would be wealthy beyond comparison.

I mention alchemy because it is from this murky world of mixed inference and deduction, and royal pursuit of material benefit and gain that there emerged after the turn of the century a real, unexpected, delightful but ultimately worthless discovery which became a continental obsession. Alchemy had previously been pursuing an impossible goal of substantive material benefit using doubtful and imprecise techniques -which had led nowhere for centuries. With Johann Frederick Bottger, in one of his experiments in the pursuit of the Stone stumbling upon a strong, bright material, alchemy was transformed into a precise and systematic science in the pursuit of something genuinely attainable and utterly value-less.

I am emphasizing the transition from obsession with true and set monetary value based on the certainties of resource-availability, into a drive for something that is traditionally valueless because the Eighteenth Century saw alongside -and because of- the flowering of the enlightenment, a new and entirely fascinating set of values relating to material products. In the time of Alchemy and throughout our long Middle-Ages there were two indexes with which to judge the value of something material: first was the Rarity of the substances from which it was composed –gold and silver and gemstones being the rarest, and hence most valuable, and therefore the pursuit of precisely these in the workshops of the alchemists; secondly there was an item’s Religious significance –if an item was sanctified by the Church and/or had some significance with regard to a saint or was a worshipped icon, then it retained an intangible, but strong, value which was not clearly set and measurable but was related to the vagaries of faith. The Eighteenth Century saw a fast rise in material wealth in Central and Western Europe, with industrial development occurring in the most advanced states –a development which began to change the relationship between wealth and nation. It had been supposed that every country had a set quantity of capital based on its resources, and this could not be altered (hence the belief that one needed to conquer more lands in order to become more prosperous… or find the Philosopher’s Stone), but with the onset of industrial, agricultural and Civil invention countries (without realizing it for the best part of a century) began to multiply the revenue generated from finite resources. What I am trying to say is that by the C18th nations they were effectively discovering the Philosopher’s Stone, only they were achieving the desired results through the rationalization of their governments, the reforming of their land-use and the development of their manufacturing centers. In the same spirit, the writers of the period were blasting the old certainties of religion out of the heavens and were busy proving that there were a whole range of phenomena in the world which held no definite correlation with men tapping rocks and getting water to flow from it, or biblical descriptions of perfect and immobile celestial geometries. So wealth was in the process of transforming into a more complex system of measurement that related not only to a set quantity of material deposits, but also to the creativity and industriousness of a nation’s people –this meant that traditional material value was no longer primary, and at the same time Religious-value as a secondary set of scales was no longer a universally shared or respected system of valuation.

And this takes us back to poor Mr. Bottger. He had actually been locked up in a castle by one of the princes of one of the many German-speaking states which at the time formed the Holy-Roman Empire (an ailing conglomeration of nominally connected nations), and he had been locked up specifically in order to discover the Philosopher’s Stone. This of course never happened, but fortuitously for him his jailer was Prince Augustus the Strong of Saxony, a monarch who was at the head of the wealthiest and structurally most advanced proto-state in the Empire, and a man who was more attuned than any of the other heads of state in Europe at the time to both the new realities of revenue-creation and the possibilities of a new system for the valuation of material objects. In Bottger’s efforts to transmute base materials into pure substances, he mistakenly created out of his kiln a vitreous substance which was uncannily similar to the porcelain in Augustus’s personal collection of Oriental Ceramics. China had for two millennia been a vast Empire with a burgeoning population of hyper-wealthy courtiers for whom wealth was immaterial due to its overabundant presence. These courtiers and their attendant poets valued qualities in objects that were qualities other than that of monetary value, and porcelain had long been prized for its simple elegance, its ethereal transparency combined with its feather-like weight and extreme strength, and the way it made musical notes which came from somewhere inside it when tapped gently –as though its very matter was alive with sound. Chinese poets and even Emperors would gush about such qualities whereas in Europe, in minutes taken during traditional gift-giving ceremonies between monarchs, one rarely comes across a positive description of an object that goes beyond a detailed listing of the precious elements of which it was composed and what they were worth. For instance an exquisite piece of finely crafted goldsmith’s work (Dinglinger) wouldn’t be described as an aesthetically worthwhile creation but would be described as so-and-so ounces of the finest quality New-World Gold etc.

Since the initiation of his reign, Augustus had been profoundly attracted to Oriental porcelain and was finely attuned to the appreciation of the qualities in the material mentioned above. As well as this collection he was the owner of a great selection of artistic treasures (including works by Giambologna) given to him by the Medicis in Florence with whom he held a strong friendship, and from whom he learned to understand the strengths and possibilities of artistic ‘style’ as a tool of influence and primacy (Italy of the sixteenth century had seen the creation of value based on ‘genius’ and ‘style’, in that patrons would pay exorbitant sums for anything made by a famous artist solely in order to own an example of his ‘virtu’. This was the first time that ‘style’ became valued in-of-itself). His understanding of the ‘connoisseur’ value of the material porcelain, his education in the potential desirability of consciously created ‘style’, and his keen knowledge of the financial gain to be made from transforming existing resources into value-added assets meant that when Bottger reported his discovery Augustus saw its great potential, not only for his personal pleasure, but as a new instrument in his highly innovative state apparatus.

Money flowed into Bottger’s experimentations, and he soon found himself surrounded by legion of staff, to the point where the operation was moved to a larger castle nearer Dresden at Meissen which, with the construction of new buildings became a large factory. Augustus contracted numerous artists and sculptors to work at the factory and after an initial period where they were mostly imitating Chinese Ceramic archetypes, they began producing new artwork, miniaturized sculpture and highly elaborate and stylistically unprecedented table-ware. Europe had watched disbelievingly at Augustus when he had exchanged 600 soldiers of exceptional height with Frederick Wilhelm I of Prussia (which were used to set up a new elite unit of guards) for 151 pieces of Oriental porcelain, but only a few year later all the monarchs and titular heads of Europe were willing to pay any conceivable sum to get their hands on the Arcanum of porcelain discovered by Bottger. And the reason that they were all so eager was that Saxony was producing a product which materially cost nothing to obtain (clay and feldspar in small quantities from the mountains, and wood for the kilns from the forests), but which through Augustus’s injection of stylistic creativity and novelty came to be worth as much as many things produced using precious materials. And because their value was not based on anything as unchangeable as material value or religious significance, once a particular design or style of production had been around for a number of years, its value would drop, and Meissen understood this fact very quickly, reeling out an array of different styles ranging from the bizarre vegetal concoctions produced for the English Ambassador’s service, to the effeminate dissolution of form encapsulating Empress Elizabeth’s hunting service, to the bizarrely Baroque spatiality of the Swan service made for count von Brühl. Value came to be based upon novelty, to the point where Augustus was able to use Meissen as a diplomatic tool; he would have services made in a new ‘style’ for state visits and occasions (including the three mentioned above), giving other monarchs and ambassadors porcelain services of no intrinsic value, while receiving gifts of immense value in return, and this was deemed more than acceptable because the receivers would be given something which in its later numerous imitations, would mark them out as ‘the original, and hence become valuable as a mark of prestige. And this was another outcome of the production of porcelain (and which later evolved partially in proportion to industrialization, and massively with the rise of consumerism): yes value would decrease as styles went out of fashion, and the industrial-scale manufacture of the items would mean that there were left in the world countless pieces whose value would be far lower than that paid at-point-of-purchase (revealing the intangibility of initial value), but the very number of copies made of the original pieces (here being the diplomatic sets) became directly proportional to the prestige, and hence the value of the original pieces and those following directly after. The more copies made, the more valuable the originals; a principle which ensured the satisfaction of the royal receptors of Meissen gifts, allowed many more common citizens to share in the glamour of courtly existence and grace, and at the same time ensured the profitability of the factory.

Incessant originality and production volume were the keys to added value.

There was however a great bond that was formed at this time between a newly mobile –both socially and economically- class of people, and the items with which they chose to adorn themselves and their interiors. Without this class of people and their democratic method of voting with their wallets, industries like Meissen could never have accrued the requisite value to their products in order for them to be profitable; these were people who fashioned their environments and lifestyles as aspirational constructs; these were the new Lower-Aristocracy, a foetal Bourgeois in all but name who were upwardly mobile and creating wealth from areas other than feudal estates. Here was a group of people for whom reinvention was normal, and they used all the stage-set items at their disposal in order to complete their transitions; porcelain products became vital elements in the dramatic concoctions that were Eighteenth Century dinners. These dinners were where fashions were set, family’s were judged and novelties tested; in fact they cannot quite be called meals because they evolved into highly organized, sequentially stylized events where each course (there were up to five of these) would be brought in with a whole new set of dishes, all in their own style, often with the servants being specially dressed to match the cutlery. In-between courses music would be played, new dresses and garments admired, Whist played, and the courses would become progressively more stupendous until the dessert was reached, a course which towards the mid-century had reached an apogee of eccentric complexity. Because of its fragile and complicated nature the table for dessert would be prepared in a separate room over the passing of the evening and would be presented in full to the guests as they assembled on one side of a pair of double-doors and waited for them to be opened to reveal, well, to reveal the personally constructed Utopia of the family hosting the evening.

This was no Thomas More, no complex intellectual construct, but rather an aesthetic implosion of everything that a person would want to achieve in the way he or she (and the “she” is important because woman were a most important guiding factor in the aesthetic innovations of this time) was seen: architecture, art, landscape, fashion and decorum were all compressed into frozen scenes of delicate drama. The food was neither here nor there, what was important was the impression conveyed, and whether light-hearted elegance or allegorical allusion and hence erudition, the impression was explicit and pointfully discussed by the admirers gathered around the table –these vignettes were the summing-up conclusions in the essays of taste which masqueraded as dinners at that time; desires, aspirations, personal positions, personalities, even knowledge were transfigured into an aesthetic language by a newly sensitized class of Europeans who were the intrepid explorers into a world with no fixed values.

Where Meissen had combined novelty, style and mass production as a successful method for creating value beyond the dead-hands of religion and quantativity, the Lower Aristocracy used the shifting and flexible tools of style, fashion and novelty offered them by companies like Meissen in order to maintain social positions which did not have the traditional foundations of peerage, lineage, land and title. In sum: money was created from desire and aspiration, desire and aspiration were fed by art, and ultimately everything became transmuted into pure style, into a value-system whose units were style itself, an aestheticizing tendency beautifully encapsulated and passed down to us by the surviving desert services of that ornate century.

Looking back at this time one can see the germination, the birth-cries of a beautiful aspect of our culture, a facet which too often becomes entangled with more problematic outcomes of the system in which we live. In the great corporate desert of the high-street there is a compulsion to buy in order to keep up, but the choices are minimal and illusory –there is no real active participation occurring, there is no aesthetic creativity occurring, there is no complex transmutation of personality into style beyond the choice between the few currently advertised formulas of alternative and depressed = black on black; peppy, pretty and young = baby colours and short tops; middle-aged but confident woman = fem-suit and baggy linen trousers, if one ever needs any variations on the same theme one only need turn on the telly and listen to Gok or Trinny and Susannah. This fearful blandness could be mistaken for the genetic descendant of those eighteenth century dinners, but it is rather a descendant of the fixed status-quo which they replaced: the juggernauts of mainstream consumerism maintain a system of values which no longer operates within the delicate complexity of the individual and his or her desires, instead they function within an international flow of wealth and capital which determines from another scale entirely what happens on the ground, in the cities, in the shops. Porcelain and dinners were a true alliance of the money-maker and the client, an arrangement which replaced that of the serf giving tax -out of compulsion- each year to his feudal monarch; The High Street has the same relationship with its customers as the feudal lord had with his serfs, and the need to pay that tax, I mean buy those objects is perpetually hammered into everyone’s heads by profit reports on the news, and terrifying warnings of recession if High Street sales drop by 0.5%.

But just as there was an alternative then, so today there is. It is a democratic imperative that we be able to create our own positions in society, that we be able to voice what we believe to be important about that position, and that we be able to form an outward expression, an aestheticization of that position. This can seem to be a difficult proposition for those in my generation who have been brought up in the incredible flatness of Prêt A Manger, Boots, Starbucks and H&M; but sitting in a café with irritatingly organic-sounding “world” music blaring out at you becomes bearable when you begin to treat it as your tundra, your heath. It is the environment through which my generation moves like nomads; and though we may have lost, or almost completely lost the physical context of individuality whose past existence is evidenced in so middle-aged reminiscences, we are in the process of gaining something else. Whole economies of people-to-people transactions are emerging through the internet where there is the infinite space necessary for the proliferation of singularity and difference. And as good as blogs are for people to vent their thoughts and FaceBook for people to socialize, I believe it is the power of tools like PayPal (a universal, safe, online payment service which tiny businesses can use to help keep accounts etc as well) and LinkedIn (a site for linking professionals who give recommendations), to allow people to once again begin creating value, and hence an platform for independence- out of the sometimes bizarre and always intangible complexities of individuality. We will pass through Starbucks, but hopefully our aspirations will once again be able to go far beyond it.

 

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