

I went to Alastair Thain’s exhibition recently who has been producing
extraordinary portraits. He built a series of cameras himself, based on those
used by NASA to photograph Earth from the space shuttle. The result is the most
advanced high-resolution land-based camera system in existence, which uses
negatives measuring nine by 18 inches, and creates prints up to four metres in
height.
I was amazed by the quality and
clarity of the photographs but what really caught my attention was those in the
pictures. There was portraits of fairly ordinary people doing extraordinary
things with their lives, (I thought you would like that – You know who you
are!) such as Fabien Cousteau. He was the only man who has ever viewed the
ocean through the eyes of a great white shark, or Dr Mae Jemison who has lived
a life of extraordinary achievements. For most people, being a qualified
engineer and medical physician, who speaks Swahili, Russian and Japanese and
has worked for the Peace Corps in Sierra Leona, would be quite enough for one
lifetime. But she was also determined to fulfil a childhood dream to travel
into space. Hmm…in 1992 she became the first African-American woman to do just
that.
Ps. Good luck with the pitch “Superman”!

My
Grandfather was a brilliant person full of character and positivity. He was
always doing things, helping others, creating, fixing this and that. Didn’t
really matter what as long as it represented value.
Once –after he was retired- he thought he would repair bikes over the summer
that he had spent with my grandmother by the lake. He set up the business at
the rear garden in a tiny shed. That’s when I came into the picture. I was 10
years old and enthusiastic enough to offer him my help on making a sign. I took
a large board (it seemed large enough to me), cans of glossy red and white
paint and threw myself into the job. By the time I got to the last few letters
the board was already filled completely. It didn’t really put me off despite the
lack of the ‘apple Z’. I started the whole process all over again on another
board with even more enthusiasm. I put all the effort on earth to it. When it
was done, I fixed it against the fence of the first property on the road so
everyone could see it. I assume that whatever I would’ve done my Grandfather
would have used it since he saw honesty in it. Mainly that’s what had driven
his business. Genuineness.
There were other businesses with fancy signs that used up to date technology
but people seemed to be going to my Grandfather. I think they loved the fact
that they could see the individual behind the business. He was a big
storyteller and so enthusiastic about everything he did, often people stayed
longer just to watch how he was working and listened his stories. People called
him Master.
They were like ‘Is the Master home?’ or ‘I’m looking for the Master’. The key to his success was not
only that he provided a great service but he also took care of his customers.
Last week I went home and unfixed the sign. It had been there for 20 years.
I've been designing my flat for years now. Mentally leastwise, since I haven't actually got one yet. It's quite tricky as you can imagine. First I need to imagine a layout and then put all the (also imaginary) furniture into it. ..and I don't even know the measurements. Mental, I know!
I've even put a list together of things we would need if we had a house. Basically, we need everything except chairs. We’ve got too many already.
There was a sale at Vitra (vitra.com) recently where all they sold was chairs. As I said I didn't need a chair – I ended up buying four. Four limited edition Panton chairs. Panton chair’s designed by furniture designer Verner Panton for Vitra and launched in 1968 (www.designmuseum.org/design/verner-panton).
Now I need to design everything around them, which will be a real challenge considering their, lets say 'unusual' colour.
Now I'm wondering what's worse: Having a passion for chairs or being addicted to shoes? ;-)










