Supersize Me

When Karly and I went to the Round Top antiques fair last month, the most common sentences uttered between us were either, "If only it was a tenth of the price!" or "I just wish it was bigger." At that moment I realized I had developed a severe case of megalomania, although (silly me!) I should have seen it coming a year ago. Sometimes I feel like I'm just stumbling around aimlessly in the world of design, being as I am just a lowly artist type, and it so often happens that I'm a bit slow to catch onto the latest trends. But methinks this one caught me unawares because I mistook it for art. But it's not art. I don't think. Take, for instance, the work of Dutch design duo Studio Job:

studio job

Their dazzling white gold, mosaic-covered, Silver Ware series for Bisazza featured traditional tabletop pieces in monstrous proportions; the teapot alone is six feet tall (photos courtesy of Dezeen and The LA Times).

studio job

Yet, only a few years ago, according to the International Herald Tribune:

Studio Job was condemned by Dutch design critics for its disdain for function and for its self-indulgent symbolism. "It was horrible," recalled [co-designer] Smeets. "We were accused of making bad art by the art world, and bad design by the design world." Today they are being lauded, for exactly the same reasons, as the poster boy and girl of the new expressionism in design.

So caught between art and design -- or let's say concept and function -- Studio Job occupies a nether region of functionless and lack of concept, wrapped up in a shiny package with a (very) high price tag.

But what's the difference between Studio Job's giant spoon:

studio job

And Claes Oldenburg's giant spoon (photo from Minneapolis Sculpture Garden):

claes oldenburg

No, I don't think the only difference is the cherry on top, but seriously no one disputes Oldenburg's status as a "real" artist. Is it only because he thought of making things that are usually small really big first? (This sculpture was made in the mid 80's, but he started making gigantical sculptures in the 60's.) And he's certainly not the only artist to make giant sculptures. Take the always colorful artist Jeff Koons, for example (via If It's Hip, It's Here):

jeff koons

I'm extremely distracted by the gorgeous background, but how is this giant balloon dog different from, say, designer Jaime Hayon's giant creepy doll thing (other than the difference in zeros on the respective price tags. Hint: artist Jeff Koons' is exponentially more expensive):

jaime hayon

Both sculptures are big and shiny, but could we say that Jeff Koons' includes some kind of cultural critique of society, whereas Jaime Hayon's does not? Maybe. I'd be interested to hear some of you super smart readers argue either side of that point.

What is it about epic proportions on everyday objects that make them so interesting, anyway?

robber duckie

Is there anyone who is not transfixed by this ridiculously ginormous rubber duckie? I didn't think so. And no, it's not photoshopped.

The design world definitely seems to have picked up on the "Bigger is Better" aspect of our culture, because big is REALLY BIG right now.

marcel wanders

Marcel Wanders certainly looks pleased with his gargantuan "table" lamps. Of course, there's no table in the world they could fit on... except maybe one of the silver "tea platters" by Studio Job, featured near the top of the post.

Perhaps he was just trying to one-up Philipe Starck's design for the Parris Landing Condominiums?

philipe starck

Whatever the case, a relatively scaled down megalomania is wending its way through the homes of middle class consumers everywhere, as evidenced by this popular pad on Apartment Therapy:

apartment therapy

How much do you love that giant screwdriver on the left??? It looks dangerous, which I am quite sure is the appeal for me. And check out the Mini-Me version of Starck's giant light bulb. The surge of supersized objects doesn't end there, though:

anglepoise lamps

Even the typically refined anglepoise lamp -- designed in the 40's with smaller scaled homes in mind -- has been pumped up by massive steroid injections. Unlike a scintillating six foot tall teapot, this lamp could fit right in to today's McMansions. (photo on left via Desire to Inspire, photo on right via Apartment Therapy)

Another example of Design/Art's (Des'Art?) trickle down economics:

giant fork

Giant fork sculpture in Missouri via some guy's Myspace evolves into giant fork wallpaper from Anthroplogie (pictures via Apartment Therapy):

anthroplogie wallpaper

Becomes giant fork in Mads Lauritzen's surrealist photograph. Because improper proportions are surreal.

mads lauritzen

For some reason giant cutlery is really popular right now, and that brings back painful memories of those huge wooden forks and spoons that everyone's Mom had on the kitchen wall. Whatever you do people, please don't go there.

I have to admit that I like some of the more practical supersized designs. There's a big difference between Studio Jobs's giant golden coffeepot dumping a stylized brown river of what I can only hope is coffee:

studio job

And these nifty giant golden hand chairs seen in the sweetly elfin Jonathan Adler and adorably scathing Simon Doonan's house, which was featured in Met Home:

jonathan adler

By the way, I'm sure Adler got his chairs from super chic antiques dealer Todd Merrill, but I've seen them in hideous colors for as little as $30 on Craigslist and Ebay. Gold spray paint anyone? Or white, even?

Whew, I'm tired from thinking so much today, and I really hope I haven't worn you out too much to discuss exciting things like: art versus design, or the decline of western civilization, or whether all design will simply grind to a halt in the face of a deepening recession. Is megalomania bound to shrink in direct proportion to our shrinking economy?

In case the real question you want to answer is, "Why do I have to read this crap? I'm not in school anymore," I have a present for you:

supersized bunny

It's a super cute, supersized bunny! And if you like it, you won't click on this link to find out what happened to it.

Ok, I need to just steal this woman's life

Let's harken back to last Tuesday (oh, times were so good then) when I first posted the all black apartment and we collectively drooled over the art collection.  After sleepless nights of wondering who the purveyors of such fine works were I decided to write the design firm responsible for appointing my dream loft.  Not only were they kind enough to write back post haste, they also tipped off the resident whom, I've now learned, might be THE COOLEST LADY ON EARTH.  Cindy Gallop has impeccable taste, a dream career, the world's most perfect apartment, and, apparently, the time to leave wonderfully witty comments on our blog.  Oh, and now I know who is adorning the walls of her exquisite pad.  Prepare yourself for extreme amounts of envy. First up, David Piddock (the dream-worthy artist who created the paintings over the equally impressive shoe collection):

Crossharbour 1

Something about this reminds me of Seurat's Sunday Afternoon on the Island of the Grand Jatte (isn't a waterway on a horizontal canvas enough to draw that comparison?) Yet, rather than a laizzes faire luncheon, our 21st century citizens find themselves surrounded by an oppressive and inescapable depression.  Mama Like.  Here's more:

Exchange Square 1

The perspective!  The pallet!  The mood!

Tower Bridge

Show of hands:  How many of you would give your first born for one of these paintings?  Should we start a club?

Cindy's excellent collection doesn't end there.  She also introduced us to creepy (and therefore fabulous) painter, Paul Richard:

clockwise from top left: Gerbil Pope II (as seen in Cindy's home); Gerbil Pope III, All Creatures Great and Small; Koala Pope; Gerbil Pope IV

Not only does the artist take photos of himself with the paintings, he also paints himself.  A LOT:

Superman I; Superman

So, let's get this straight:  Richard has painted himself as the late actor, Christopher Reeve, post accident.  I can dig it.

He also painted these doors especially for my dream hallway:

Kai and His Dog; Nan and Her Sculpture

That Dog is killing me.  That's a good thing.

Gallop also counts among her favorites collage artist Alexander Echo:

Young Tom's Dream

Untitled

How about, rather than Untitled we call this:  Please ship to south Austin immediately, bill me later.

Now, we've all already fallen in lurve with the Gucci Chainsaw, but who doesn't want to see a few more glitzy  machines of destruction?

from Peter Gronquist's The Revolution Will Be Fabulous

Not into guns?  What about Reptiles?

I will expand the original charter agreement of my club to include any members who would like this gator in their yard.

And finally, just so that the scariest photos on this blog don't come from my pending Top Design post, here area few quaint photos from Cindy Gallop favorite, Alex Norden:

I am 100% sure that I will be the 4-eyed lady for halloween.  I'm not kidding.

So, there you have it.  If you weren't already convinced that you wanted to take over Ms. Gallop's life, I'm pretty sure this should have done the trick.

Longo Follow Up, Follow Up

My mind is drawing a blank in the whole "words" department, which makes the fact that I've decided to do 2 posts today even more perplexing.  I'll spare you the agony of reading my forced sentences and let my pictures speak their 1,000 words, well, with some exceptions. In a follow-up to Erin's post yesterday, I wanted to show you these Longo knockoffs:

Rather than committing suicide, this stockbroker is harnessing the power of grayskull

These two are basking in the glory of their own hotness.

This is all the product of a collaboration between Zach Johnson and photographer Don Flood.  Flood's portfolio shows these fashion photographs:

Imagine this spread in any major fashion magazine right now (it must have been in one?).  It's kinda perfect, right?  But as soon as you take the models away from their stark white backgrounds and start painting a bunch of fluff around them, you loose all that is Longo.  The loss would be fine if the nod to their predecessor begot something fantastic, or something even better than the original, but those doodely dads up at the top are just plain silly.  Sometimes well-enough really should be left alone.

Real-life-honest-to-god interiors coming your way later.