38 – Frank Pick with a computer

We cannot talk about the wonder that was the London Underground in the inter-war period, without mentioning Frank Pick.  He was the leader responsible for creating an identity through the sponsorship of design and the imposition of consistent standards. As a result the Tube gained a worldwide reputation and provided a model that would be followed by many other bodies.

A modern equivalent is Apple, where huge success is based on a coherent design philosophy and Steve Jobs is famous for having been  obsessed  details and insisting that everything  conformed with his ideas of rightness. Interestingly typography was important to both of them. Pick’s idea of improving singe and creating an identity through a font was innovative, similarly Jobs had a keen interest in calligraphy (it is what he did when he dropped out of college) and he introduced a choice of fonts for rendering text on an Apple (a revelation in comparison to the existing machine types). But that is only  one manifestation of an insistence on quality in all aspects.  (Apparently both men were also very difficult to work with. I don’t know whether that goes hand in hand with such obsessions – it well might).

But in one respect there was a huge difference, which shows an interesting difference between the eras. Steve Jobs has been idolised and been given an almost mythical status; Frank Pick headed a public body and had no great public persona. He was a functionary, a member of the great and the good perhaps, but outside of his world he was anonymous. In someways I like that. I like the idea of celebrating peoples achievements but am not sure it is healthy to elevate people too high and venerate them.

Anyway that is at a bit of a tangent. My moment of pleasure today was  the passing thought that Pick and Jobs were alike (as well as both having one syllable  names with a meaning in plain english).

37 – Johnston Sans

blue plaque

The wonderful thing about doing this blog is the way one thing can lead to another.  A map of coffee shops leads to thoughts of the design heritage of London Underground – not only the map but the instantly recognisable roundel, the architecture of Charles Holden stations and, perhaps above all, the typeface Johnston Sans.

To me it is a consistent source of amazement that the font was designed as long ago as 1916, as it still looks fresh and is a million miles away from designs you would expect from the Edwardian/WW1 era. (You will see conflicting dates as to when the font was created, with some people crediting last year as the centenary but 1913 was the year Johnston got the design brief, he actually delivered it in two stages: block face in 1915 and full set in 1916).

If you are at all interested in the history of the design and its evolution into the modern New Johnston (the original was only meant for display and only existed in metal or wooden blocks, and so was not fully adapted for the computer age), I would recommend this article.

But the story of the importance of design is not today’s moment of pleasure. Instead it is learning that the Blue Plaque, which commemorates Edward Johnston is in his typeface. it must be the only plaque that is an actually example of the reason the person was notable. That sort of recursiveness is always amusing.

36 – Painting

This is about the feeling of calm  you can get when gently and rhythmically your nicely laden paint brush strokes a piece of wood. You are alert and your eyes are looking carefully, controlling your movement, making sure you are accurate. In the background a radio plays music, which you are aware of in a different part of your brain. For a short time nothing else exists.

This feeling only really happens when you have a small job that is not going to take too long, where there is not the pressure of productivity and having to finish to a deadline – in other words a little bit of hobby diy, not work.

35 – coffee tube map

coffee tube map

This is rather brilliant and is well worth keeping for reference every time I visit London. The originator is Chris Ward, who has written a book  on work outside of the traditional office which embraces the coffee culture. It is therefore right that he has researched far more coffee shops than I could ever get round to; but that is not the reason this is good. If it had just been a list I would have thought ‘OK a list of good coffee shops – that’s useful’ but the fact that he has used the tube map produces a much more vivid response.

It is  reminder of what a brilliant piece of design the original map was. So instead of the coffee I would like to salute Harry Beck and the moment of inspiration that led him to think of the tangle of tube lines in terms of a wiring diagram rather than a geographical map.  (See this gallery of  Underground maps).

34 – spring will come


The weather continues to be grey, windy and extremely wet – horrible. However, even  though we seem to have been oppressed by cloud and water for months, there are signs  it will not always be so. Walking back from Cambridge city centre towards Trumpington I passed a verge where snowdrops had come out. I always think of them as the first growth of a new year and a sign that spring will come (eventually).

They lift the spirits

34 – Waiting Pile

unread books

Yesterday I linked to an article on untranslatable words which had a lovely example that clanged a loud bell of recognition.

There were some fantastic words that would arguably make welcome additions to English: who among us hasn’t experienced tsundoku, for example, the Japanese word for “the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piling it up together with other such unread books”.

Today I was in Waterstones, just looking round, picking up books, thinking ‘Umm that looks interesting’, when I suddenly clicked my mind into focus. ‘Tsunduko‘ I said to myself. ‘you have several piles of books at home awaiting attention. Any more and you will crowd out your mental space and not pay full attention to what you do read because of the pressure of  the unread’.

So I walked away – it was a small moment of positive control.

P.S. The picture is of the books on my desk. It is actually unfair to say they are completely unread. There are books of essays and a book of poems, which have been dipped into , but all of them need further reading.

31 – Of its time

Out of time

I went to Tate Britain and what do I bring back?  A photo of my least favourite painting in the whole collection, that’s what! This might not seem to be an example of  pleasure – but it is.  It shows the fun that can be had when you revert to a chronological approach to hanging after years of a thematic straightjacket.

The Munnings picture might be technically brilliant, as the horses are vividly depicted, but it is completely out of time and in some ways irrelevant. The aristocratic splendour harks back to a time before the war when Britain had the largest empire in the history of the world and pretends that things have not changed, when everyone knows they have. An excellent example of how something can be good (technically) and bad (conceptually) at the same time, it was painted 5 years after the one beside it (which might not be cutting edge but at least shows something of the spirit of the age).

In fact when you look round this room of the interwar years you can see a huge fracturing of styles  and you get a sense of the struggle of  different artists to come to terms with a changed  world order,  both politically and artistically, after the great trauma of a war unlike any other.  It is illuminating to see more than one approach. Art history is too often presented as a simple linear thread, a main highway if you like,  and it is good to be reminded that there were  other smaller roads (that might not have gone anywhere in particular) that offered a different view.

P.S. Munnings is a central character in the film ‘Summer in February’ where he is routinely described as being a genius. From this distance it is hard to understand why unless it was describing a force of personality that cannot be transmitted through his painting

30 – The Fugs

This blog is partly about small continuities: you see something and you make an association with something else, and so on, and so on, until there is a rambling stream of consciousness.

Yesterday’s post was called fug because it was about the moisture in a warm room condensing when it hit a large expanse of window. There is something cosy about seeing a window fugged up in such a way. From that though there is an easy connection with the word. The Fugs were a group, firmly embedded in the 1960s counterculture, formed in New York  by poets Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg with various musicians.  In some ways if you want to know what the Sixties were about you could do worse than look at The Fugs. The never sold that many records or featured on any soundtrack of the age instead they typified a particular sensibility that fed into much of what happened at the time. They celebrated: creativity, freedom, vulgarity, energy, spontaneity, and were the opposite of polished professionalism.

The Wikipedia piece on Tuli Kupferberg ends with a quote from his last interview: ”Nobody who lived through the ’50s thought the ’60s could’ve existed. So there’s always hope.” In these intellectually oppressive times when all our calls and emails are being monitored, that is something to cling onto and worth more than just a fleeting moment of contemplation