For the passed five years I have donated time to the human
rights organization, the Helen Bamber Foundation here in
London.
between 12 and 8pm. and entre is free. Emma Thompson…
Throughout the week my guest blogger, Tom Lynham - who
will be in New York to help out — will be filing daily reports
with images of the weeks events at Journey. So I you are down
there say a big Hi to him. This is Tom...
This is Michael Wolff…
The descriptive line on
his business card says
‘ Leap before you look’.
And this is the image...
Animal Instinct
He has been accused of being wacky, off-the-wall, eccentric and even
impossible. But what is it that has made Michael Wolff shun conventional ways
of working?
We met at his home on the edge of London's Bloomsbury. I sat at his
generous kitchen table, admiring the impressive arrangement of flowers placed
at its centre, while Wolff busied himself chopping vegetables and preparing
rice for the meal we are about to share.
Homes are incredibly revealing and Wolff's has a relaxed feeling of
comfortable clutter. Nothing is overly self-conscious or mannered. It reflects
an unpretentiousness that is evident in Wolff's character. It also mirrors his
love of eccentricity. Sitting alongside the flowers is a large irregular shaped
rock; in its centre is a small hollow to cradle a night-light. Huddled around
this are three tiny carved monkeys warming themselves.
Across the kitchen I notice his cat Lucy, soaking up the warmth of the
Aga. She has been his companion for 15 years, and a silent witness to much of
Wolff's more recent roller-coaster life.
He was born in 1933, of Russian parents who had emigrated from St
Petersburg. His mother was a vivacious, free-spirited woman and was, Wolff
admits, a big influence on him. With her and his father, a salesman, he lived
in London's Belsize Park.
When the war started Wolff, along with a great many children in London,
was evacuated to the countryside. Images of young bewildered faces, address
labels attached to their lapels, grouped together like sheep at the main
railway stations must have been a heartbreaking sight for any parent. But Wolff
wasn't sent off like this. He was seated in the back of his father's Wolsey
car, for the long journey to Torcross in Devon.
Here he was left, aged five, to attend boarding school far from the
sound of the London blitz, and conversely with London far from the sound of the
many beatings he would receive from the teachers who inhabited this frightening
new home. He remained there for three years, only seeing his parents during the
holidays. He recalls never returning to the same home twice as his parents were
constantly on the move. This, coupled with their divorce and the introduction
of a stepfather, must have made a very unsettling foundation at such an
impressionable age.
Wolff was a sensitive child with a natural affinity with animals, which
many years later would become an inspiration in his professional life. He
remembers while on holiday in the 1940s being so concerned about a group of
seaside donkeys, which seemed to have such a depressing life, that he contacted
the RSPCA for help.
Academically he was, as he puts it, 'a dunce'. At a common entrance exam
he was so frustrated at not being able to understand any of the questions, that
he stood on his desk and tore the paper up in front of everyone. He was put
through a crammer and somehow managed to scrape into Gresham Public School.
Once again he was immersed in a claustrophobic, monotonous regime. He would
exercise his imagination by altering the look of his school uniform to create a
sense of current fashion or would simply gaze out of the window to watch leaves
falling to the ground.
At 17 years old he left and spent a year in France. While there, he
became passionate about church architecture. This interest led him to apply to
the Architectural Association School in London. He'd also read The Fountainhead
by Ayn Rand and thought that the life of an architect sounded romantic and
might be the perfect way to attract girls. He quickly discovered this was not
the case. The work was extremely hard and because of Wolff's extraordinarily
youthful look - he was 18 but would pass for 14 - no girls were forthcoming.
Eventually and inevitably he got thrown out of the AA. He drifted for a
while, spending a great deal of time at the London Film Theatre, soaking up
French films and smoking Gauloises while trying to emulate Jean Gabin. At the
suggestion of an AA tutor, he applied to Hammersmith School of Art. Here he
dabbled a bit in fashion design and interiors. He arrived home one day to find
a brown envelope waiting on the doormat. It was his call up papers for
compulsory National Service.
The experience was to be a nightmare for Wolff. He had endured
oppressive regimes at boarding school, but nothing had prepared him for this.
He put all of his efforts into the aesthetics of the army where he would make a
special point of having the most immaculate e uniform, but he loathed the
outrageous discipline. He resisted and rebelled, which got him into constant
trouble, and he was confined to barracks on many occasions. He was eventually
discharged for being an unsuitable character for the army.
Approaching 22 with no qualifications other than a little design
knowledge, he found a job at Olympia working on exhibition stands. This was the
beginning of a string of short-lived jobs, designing anything from nightclubs
to light fittings. This latter pursuit got him involved in overseeing the
manufacturing process and for the first time exposed him to the process of
taking an idea and converting it into reality.
His first long-term job was with the design department of Crawfords
Advertising. Wolff was employed as a general designer, under the watchful eye
of Jack Foxell who was to become a mentor to him. He stayed at Crawfords for
three enjoyable years. From there he moved to the BBC working as a set
designer, but became quickly disillusioned, being more excited at seeing the
work of the television graphics department. In 1962 he freelanced for a while
and from the proceeds bought a magnificent Citroen DS21. He had fallen in love
with the way the French had a more eccentric take on things and his car seemed
to epitomise this.
In 1964 he joined forces with James Main, a designer looking to expand
his consultancy, who had noticed Wolff's work. It was here that Wolff was able
to develop his philosophy of an inclusive form of design, thinking carefully
about the journey through various parts of a company and being sensitive to the
varying quality of that experience. This became the cornerstone of Wolff's
approach. A little later Wally Olins joined the company. On meeting him Wolff
recalls thinking that here was a proper grown up, brimming with qualities and
experience. Wolff Olins was born. The rest as they say is history.
Or is it? Yes, Wolff Olins was hugely successful and influential and
grew rapidly. But he admits now that much of what he believed about embracing
the totality of a client's business was rarely achieved there, and much of the
work, although award-winning, did not go deep enough for him. There were
exceptions - Hadfields' paints, which used a characterful fox to represent the
company, was one of the great identities of the 1960s and trail-blazed a
departure from the abstract Swiss graphic symbolism popular at that time. This
was the beginning of Wolff's introduction of all creatures great and small into
his work.
Due much to Wolff's vision and Olins' business acumen the company
prospered, but Wolff became dissatisfied with the work and with his own
persona. At the suggestion of a friend he attended a four-day course with the
controversial Erhard Seminar Training movement, an intensive programme of
self-discovery. The effect was to be dramatic and lasting. He recalls, 'It
changed my life and gave me permission to be myself.' It was followed by a more
advanced course in the US.
But this newfound liberation was to play havoc with the well-oiled wheels of Wolff Olins. He began to alienate his fellow directors who did not share Wolff's revised philosophy and desire to change things. In a well-documented boardroom coup Wolff was unceremoniously dispatched. The hurt of this incident is still betrayed in his eyes.
Post Wolff Olins he formed The Consortium - a loosely based collective of, as Wolff puts it, 'the very best people' with Wolff acting as conductor. Its symbol, a goldfish, endorsed the sprit of an open and transparent company. Three years on, he disbanded the company to join Allied International, and then moved to its parent company, Addison, as 'creative supremo'. There he found so much travelling and arms-length creativity that he became frustrated and left.
In 1992 he took over from Dick Gyatt as external design manager for WH
Smith - a post he loved for its penetrating insight into a retail giant. Not
long after, he slipped into a simultaneous roll as non-executive director of
Newell and Sorrell. Although there primarily to give advice on the growth of
the company, his creative influence was very evident in the Niceday identity,
which introduced a quirky little spotted dog to give a sense of fun to the
anonymous world of stationery.
All good things come to an end. Boardroom changes and an economic
downturn at WH Smith meant the end of Wolff's services there.
In 1998 he formed The Fourth Room, which Wolff describes as 'the first
real radical company'. As its 'director of imagination' he has surrounded
himself with like-minded people and at its heart is a determination to do
things differently. No physical design takes place at The Fourth Room; all
graphic work is done by a loose partnership of selected consultancies. The
Fourth Room's prime function is to help companies define their vision, often
looking many years ahead.
When I met with him, he had just returned from the US where he is
helping MFI to undergo a major cultural change to the company. Our talk was
interrupted by Lucy demanding to be let out. She stood up, stretched and slowly
walked towards the door. What was odd is that Lucy only has three legs. But in
Wolff's eccentric world it somehow seemed right.
Approaching his 70th birthday he can reflect on a full and rewarding
professional life; the first designer to be president of British Design &
Art Direction, president of the Chartered Society of Designers, a string of
prestigious awards, a pioneer of a holistic approach to identity design, and an
uncanny ability to always get the best out of people.
Where others might opt for a diet of daytime television and perfecting a cynical bitterness towards youth, Wolff retains a child-like sense of wonder at the world. He smiles a lot, positively relishes the daily challenges set by The Fourth Room and still finds himself gazing out of the window to watch leaves falling to the ground.
Mike Dempsey copyright Centaur Publications Limited 2002
POST SCRIPT. Michael is now seven years older and that dream company, The Forth Room, didn’t work out and ended rather sadly. Ever since he has worked as an independent consultant and is far happier and far more effective. Mavericks are always best alone.
Michael is giving a D&AD Presidents Lecture on 4 November 2009. Click here for more information.
This is Honda's EV-N concept electric car which will be unveiled at the Tokyo Motor Show next month. It is packed with green technology
and lots of other innovative stuff including, secreted away in the passenger
door, a unicycle. Now that's what I call 'cool', but I wont, because
I hate that word. So let's say smashing!
This really is a ‘must see’. The Curve Gallery at the Barbican – which is pretty damn cavernous – has been brilliantly transformed by the Polish artist Robert Kusmirowski into the most wonderfully evocative space. A cross between film sets from David Lynch’s Eraserhead and Andrei Tarkovsky’s Stalker.
It is an unsettling, eerie and atmospheric space evoking a different emotion in everyone who enters. What we are confronted with is a series of dimly lit spaces and rooms devoid of life. Part wartime bunker, part derelict factory. Decaying, dusty and desolate.
The sheer mastery of the illusion is breathtaking. Every bit of seemingly monumental concrete and rusting steel is actually made of wood and artificially distressed, exactly like a theatrical set. I have never seen a space so successfully transformed.
So get down there and experience it for yourself. It’s free and runs until 10th January 2010. Find out more here.
London based photographer Jillian Edelstein is embarking on a rather fun project to dovetail with the introduction of the new Sony Ericsson Satio mobile. Sony have commissioned her to use the Satio’s in- built camera to photograph eyes. But it's not the usual run of celebrities that Edelstein is used to snapping…
No not them, as lovely as they are. This time it’s the likes of you
and me. She will be photographing 112 eyes in 12.1 hours at Sony Ericsson’s
London store. So if you would like your eye featured as part of this very
special project all you have to do is apply online here. The project will take
place the first week in December. Sony Ericsson will be streaming the results
live on their website. So if you are not lucky enough to be selected keep
looking in to see what Jillian will make of it. And to see more of her work
click here.
I have often written about the voice on this blog – awareness of, its use and effectiveness. Well, over the passed week the whole issue of singers in the, shall we say, Autumn/Winter of their years came up in the media.
The octogenarian crooner Andy Williams was in town recently to plug his book and album. He performed live on the Jonathan Ross show. It was all rather tragic really – a weak quavering voice, straining to hit the high notes a million miles away from the dashingly assured, sweated clad entertainer of the 1970’s and 80’s. And this week saw the release of a Christmas album from no less than Bob Dylan...
The reviews have differed wildly but what is certain is the quality
of Dylan’s voice. It is shot to pieces, sounding more like Tom Waits with an
inflamed throat - and that’s being generous.
But
it can sometimes work. Joni Mitchell, a contemporary of Dylan, had the voice of
an angel – clear, pure and pitch perfect. A life of singing, heavy smoking and
the natural ageing process has given her voice a patina of experience, which has
taken it to another place. It is very beautiful, as can be heard on
the album, Travelogue released in 2002 with wonderful
orchestrations by Vince Mendoza
But sometimes I wish the coterie of people surrounding our singing legends would say, ‘I think it’s time to hang up the career’, leaving their legacy of quality intact for us all to cherish.
Hear for yourself.
Bob was here but unfortunately YouTube has removed the link, so listen on itunes or Spotify
And listen to Tom Waits singing Silent Night here
Joni here
So simple clarity was the order of the day.
These little works of
art that appeared in the magazine were there to attract and entice you to the programmes they were highlighting.
The tradition of using intelligent, and gifted
illustrators continued well into the 1970’s under the skilful art directorship
of David Driver. Driver steered the Radio Times into a new era of
colour and more sophisticated methods of printing. In the process he introduced not only a large number of new and highly talented illustrators but lashings of inspiration and suprise. Sadly today the
Radio Times is an utter mess – typographically, photographically,
journalistically and most of all illustratively. Instead of creating a
unique personality for itself it apes the many listing
publications now on the magazine racks. It is a casualty of crass
commercialism treating its readers like morons.
Jim Russell
Christopher Chamberlain
Jim Russell
Robin Jacques
Leonard Rosomann
Geraldine Spence
Terence Greer
Barry Wilkinson
Whoever wrote this deserves a house point. It lightened a grey day...
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