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Comments (23) Posted 02.17.11 | PERMALINK | PRINT

Alexandra Lange

I Was an Unhappy Hipster



Photos by Matthew Williams for Dwell

My husband and I had three fights about our bookshelves. They are an important element in our house — our first house, a brick townhouse in Brooklyn. We have lots of books, many oversize, and the shelves form the 2 -foot wall of our parlor. We are both design professionals: he’s an architect, I’m a critic. So I am not sure whether three fights were a lot or a little.

This month those bookshelves (and the rest of the house) can be seen in Dwell Magazine, where our house is representing Brooklyn in the New York Issue. Now I know why the couples in Dwell look so disconnected: the photographer tells you not to look at each other! But the Unhappy Hipsters Tumblr may reveal a larger truth amidst the snark. For the kind of people whose homes are featured in Dwell, design decisions are emotional. By the time of the shoot, our emotions had cooled, and the disaffection was just art direction. But that wasn’t always the case while we were under construction.

The first fight was in the car, when Mark said his shelf design would be inspired by a cabinet for Chinese scrolls he’d seen in an Asian architecture book. There would be vertical divisions every foot or so, dividing the wall into a hundred little cells.

Hearing this, all I could think of was the first and only other bookshelf Mark made for me, in the second year of our relationship. It was completed six months after the birthday for which it had been a gift, was tippy, ungainly, and weighed about 75 pounds. That couldn’t be happening again, could it? I snapped that I didn’t see much similarity between an architecture monograph and a scroll, and we gave each other the silent treatment for a half an hour. Second time he brought up the scrolls, same result.

About 45 minutes after each fight, I would start to feel bad. He was starting a discussion, and I was going to war. When I heard a design idea I didn’t like — hysterical verticals, a black staircase, cork in the bathroom — thunderclouds scudded into my brain. I imagined living in a house I didn’t want, one that just wasn’t me, and, like the Hulk, I had to smash the bad vision. Unfortunately, my husband was in the way.

The third time, he got smart. He showed me a drawing of the shelves, not their inspiration. He’d recessed the (obsessive) verticals, and made them out of thin metal. It wasn’t a chunky wall of white cubes, like a Richard Meier building made into a shelf. And he gave me a practical argument: all those coffee table books are heavy, and to take one out from an undivided four- or five-foot shelf requires arm strength. Once you’ve extracted a volume, the whole line of books slumps. “OK,” I said, adding the words he wanted to hear all along: “Looks great, honey!”

Photos by Matthew Williams for Dwell

When the black stairs came up again I suggested barn red instead (less Tim Burton). Mark agreed, as long as it wasn’t Frank Lloyd Wright red. For him, it is the master builders that lurk in the back of every choice. For me, it is the clichés of contemporary architecture that must not be allowed across my doorstep. I’ve written about too many apartments to be intrigued by open kitchen shelving, Carrara marble countertops or rift-sawn oak.

Writing about other peoples’ apartments also gave me a collage of things I do like: the thick Corian counter from this project, the mirrored outlet covers from that one. When we began the renovation, I was so excited to finally get to pick out the paint, the backsplash, the countertops that were going to be me. I flagged tens of magazines. What I didn’t realize was all the things I was interested were only the icing on the cake. Even though I liked to I knew something about construction, my knowledge was only skin deep. It took months of demo, of rewiring, of ductwork to get to the part I wanted to argue about.

I found myself in the gendered position of the decorator. Where he saw all the mechanical and structural parts, I saw the finished product. My goal was a picture in one of those magazines I write for, because otherwise, what’s the point? Mark described a niche, and I mentally revolved our vase collection to find one that would fit. He wanted the architecture to do the talking, while my ego was all tied up in the furniture I bought from the estate, my upholstery choices, my EBay finds. I wrote the perky shelter magazine captions in my head as I picked the sofa fabric.

Here, for the first time, we were creating a portrait of ourselves as a couple. We both cared deeply but about very different things. The bookshelf was so controversial because it occupied the overlap between my image of our house and Mark’s drawing of the same space. The shelf was both wall — there was to be no sheetrock — and a major aesthetic statement. Even now that it is all over, it is only when I talk to my non-design friends that I can see how similar Mark and I really are. One of my best friends let her mother-in-law renovate her master bath before her family moved back from London, sight unseen. Can you imagine?

Three fights was more than enough for one element, though I feared a fourth. One night, months after I thought the shelf was squared away, Mark was reading W.G. Sebald’s Austerlitz and came across a photograph of the files of prisoners held at Terezín (discussed in Rick Poynor's post, "W.G. Sebald: Writing with Pictures"). Squarish cells, perhaps eight-by-eight inches, climbed the walls. First and foremost, an image with an undercurrent of horror. But also, decontextualized, aesthetic. “See,” he said, “these look great.” I thought I was safe when he was reading fiction. But in a house of design, the books, their images, their home are all part of an endless conversation.
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You were never a "hipster". Your husband was right on the shelves. Your place is boring.
wrongtable
02.17.11 at 11:54

Jesus f*****g Christ. Seriously — Get. A. Life. Are you guys aware of ... poverty in the world for example?
Pete
02.17.11 at 01:53

Tell me, why would I trust the sensibilities of a design critic when the place she lives sucks so hard? (Or does being lame, uninspired, and too expensive count as sucking softly?)
Barf-a-rooney
02.17.11 at 03:02

Friendly people here...

Thanks for the post. I love the steel beams and the "floating" hardwood ceiling. Very nice.
Alan
02.17.11 at 03:44

I'm absolutely loving these comments. More please. They need a virtual ass kicking if this is the important thing they compelled to write about.
Lauren Z
02.17.11 at 04:02

Okay, everyone, new rule: no more writing about the house you remodeled or the cool poster you designed or the book you wrote or anything else fun or cool you like or made or enjoyed until all the world's problems are solved.

Seriously? It's not Jessica and her family who need to get a life.

And Jessica, your place looks great. It's odd: in many ways more spartan (though that might be an artifact of the photo direction) but also a lot more inviting than the interiors of other designers' houses I've seen. That's a neat trick.
Maurice Meilleur
02.17.11 at 04:23

Not Jessica. Alexandra. Duh. That'll teach me to shoot from the hip.
Maurice Meilleur
02.17.11 at 04:25

wow--such vitriol! why so angry? it is a design publication, after all.

I just thought it was funny that the author would write and fight so much over what essentially looks like the "Billy" bookcases from Ikea. Sorry!
comments observer
02.17.11 at 06:15

"My goal was a picture in one of those magazines I write for, because otherwise, what’s the point?"

This statement is gold. Even though there's a sense of it being semi-ironic there's a genuine element of revelation in it. This is what Design means for those who can afford to indulge in it – an ego-centric/socially-conscious practice of stylistic moves operating within a caste defining aesthetic discourse. This is bourgeois nest feathering, and I would imagine most of us reading this publication would be caught up in it more than we like or understand. We are carried along and carried away.

'What's the point?' is a great rhetorical device. It rests on the premise that we share the same unutterable (non-propositional and taboo) desires that ground this world of meaning. It acts like a warning, 'acknowledge that you can identify with this or it all falls apart into some unbearable nihilism'. God is dead, and unless those with in interest in it pitch in with some emergency plasterwork every now and again, Design's fate will be terminal.

But the death of Design, along with the discourses, identities, economies, and politics tied in with it would not be such a bad thing. The imperative of learning to live better lives with less demands exactly that. If designers and their "critics" moved from questions of 'how should this look/function' to 'how should we live', then this might just be possible.
matt
02.17.11 at 11:20

smarmy
waynard
02.18.11 at 09:41

I think Matt's on to something. I've been wondering why, after eons of house porn, suddenly it's Dwell that has inspired the insurrection of Unhappy Hipsters. Is it just because of "social media," that people can talk back? or is it because Dwell and the like seem oblivious now? The breakup of markets into teeny tiny slices means the point has been made, digested, marketed to death, and is now available for satire (or to be ignored). Thus, even the over-reaction of "yuk" to this post....let's face it, the only truly interesting "decorating" magazine of the last two decades was Nest, which sort of undermined it all by pairing anthropology to eccentricity. You could not "shop the look" of Nest, and that made it much more interesting, of course.
p
02.18.11 at 01:17

I goes to show, you can't buy style, but you can get suckered into paying way too much for custom built-ins that look like Ikea. They really ruin the feeling of the exposed steel and wooden beams. Hopefully, a remodel is in the near future.
Milton
02.18.11 at 04:57

Alexandra, I'm genuinely interested in your motivations for featuring your home in a magazine. To many people it would be an unthinkable breach of privacy, not to mention an invitation to accusations of attention seeking and ego bolstering.

Can you explain a little why you did it? It's always fascinated me.
rodney
02.18.11 at 05:32

Bottom line, the poo-poohs on this essay are just plain jealous.

VR/
Joe Moran
02.18.11 at 09:02

To all the naysayers and haters... what have you done for me lately? I'm getting more than a little fed up with all of these internet trolls hiding under the cloak of cyber anonymity making vicious and unnecessary comments.

You're not allowed to go back online until you clean your room and finish your homework!
DrDeadline
02.21.11 at 11:08

I am a bit surprised at the hostility generated by this piece. I wonder if it could be due to a more general hostility toward Lange's contributions here as a critic. Speaking for myself, in her role as a Design Observer, Lange's observations fail to impress me. I would hesitate to post this comment if it were not for the spurious lambasting she gave Nicolai Ourossoff (of whom I am not a fan), so I figure she's fair game. That said: Does the empress have no clothes?
David
02.22.11 at 11:41

FWIW, I really like your recessed lighting. It looks clean and modern; and I know from experience it’s hard to get right.
LTF
02.22.11 at 05:28

David - Logoff, go back and clean your room.
DrDeadline
02.23.11 at 02:31

The funny thing is that all these comments probably give the false impression that anyone actually cares about what Alexandra Lange thinks or writes. Guess what? No one does. As to DrDeadline, you too have managed to say nothing. While scolding others for having real opinions. Maybe DrDull is better handle for you.
FTW
02.25.11 at 12:04

"I found myself in the gendered position of the decorator..."

To me, this is the most fascinating statement in Lange's piece. How do social constructions surrounding gender shape design practice and the resulting products?

GOOD was asking the same question just the other day:
http://www.good.is/post/architecture-is-tough-will-architect-barbie-help-more-women-become-designers/
Kai Mazurczyk
02.27.11 at 10:48

God forbid you bore the short attention spans engendered by the internet. It looks like a professional job that should age well and accommodate whatever furniture occupies the space. To Pete I would further like to say I am aware there is poverty in the world and have taken a typing vow of silence to prove it ..........................
See. I will never discuss trivia again.
Doug C.
03.01.11 at 03:56

You wouldn't (or at least you shouldn't) judge a literary critic by the novels she writes. So don't judge a design critic by her house. It's always easier to identify what's right and wrong about somebody else's situation than it is to fix your own.
Chris
03.07.11 at 07:37

The word on the street is: Design Observer is worth the read, but only for its fantastic comments. Otherwise, most articles lack interest. This article is proof of that: comments energizing; article boring.

It's not only about "internet commenters" going wild; its about a professional class of designers, design writers and critics who are out of tune with reality.

Outside in the real world, not everything is hum or glum, but it is real. It's energizing, inspiring, sometimes difficult, but always real. In the real world, designers are self-publishing, creating downloadable designs, and building their own homes. Designers are starting up independent practices in social housing. Even squats. Designers are recycling chairs from the street with a simple and cheap coat of paint, and reselling them for 10 a piece.

In the real world, designers are also washing dishes, doing salad prep and waiting tables. Otherwise, to make a living, they're still doing 90s corporate work at branding firms they'd rather not show in their online portfolios.

Meanwhile, everything inside the heads of professional designers and critics (and professional design blogs and magazines) is stuck in a Western 20th century utopian paradigm (and business model). In the professional world, a discarded chair, which is repainted with a "story" about "when I was little, I was fascinated by" deserves a 10,000 price tag and a spot in Milan. It is celebrated on the front page of Frame, can be purchased via Wallpaper and is promoted by Rawsthorn or Helfand as a cultural good. Why? Because its "personal" and "makes the world a better place."

Well, it seems smart people everywhere have started calling bull$hit on this.
C. Tate
04.12.11 at 05:25


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alexandra Lange is an architecture and design critic, and author of Writing about Architecture: Mastering the Language of Buildings and Cities. (Princeton Architectural Press, 2012). Her work has appeared in The Architect's Newspaper, Architectural Record, Dwell, Metropolis, Print, New York Magazine and The New York Times.
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Writing About Architecture: Mastering the Language of Buildings and Cities
Princeton Architectural Press, 2012

Design Research
Chronicle Books, 2010

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