The Art Of Driving

Words Don't Come Easy

F R David, whoever he was, was right. So after the last few wordy posts which have filled me with a sense of dread as to how much time one could actually really spend doing this, not to mention the self loathing at having not done lots of grown up things that people have actually asked for, a couple of posts of more image based stuff.

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BTW thanks to the generous and seemingly inexhaustibly curious author of this most excellent site, for his generous linkaging which has increased the readership of this blog by about 800%. A special shout out then to the reader in Qatar (who knew?) for their interest in obscure Dorset villages.

And finally, having re-read the salient chapter in The Village That Died for England, it's actually Fred Scott who accompanies Warren Chalk to the pub. David Greene is mentioned later. He also has this exhibition opening at the AA soon, which is well worth checking out.

Form Follows Fiction: A Brief History of Spaceship Design

If Modernism had it that Form follows Function, then how do you design something that has an imaginary function? If a reductive functionalism denies the role of culture in shaping the objects we design, then do objects with no function represent a kind of pure form of culture? Do they represent our dreams and fears somehow more purely, because the pragmatics and restrictions of 'real' design have been removed?

In the 1950's spaceships were rocket shaped and came in bright zingy colours. They zoomed purposefully off into space, styled to suggest a thrusting ambition. UFO's, by contrast were designed by aliens and therefore, for some reason, round. This abstract styling made them ambiguous vehicles, never clearly heading anywhere or with any clear purpose. Their threat was suggested not through aggresive styling but through their mute indifference.

In the late '60's and 70's all spaceships were white, styled like orbiting laboraties, with doors that slid silently open and endless corridors that stretched out like an existential maze. Then, in the 1980's, they became beige like early PC's, their flickering green MS Dos screens representing, perversely, a step back from the blinking colours of the '60's. Space became not a new frontier but a new source of dread, with spaceships full of leaking pipes and slowly failing technology. Today (an oxymoron in science fiction, but still) they seem to have taken on the baroque manifestations of ancient cities, flying pyramids of the sun and the moon, covered in vein like hieroglyphics and of vast planet-like scale. They are, perhaps, something to do with ancient wisdom, a distant sense of civilisation our technology has alienated us from.

The following is a brief, visual and highly partial history of spaceship design.