for [adolf] loos the ornate design of art noveau is erotic and degenerate, a reversal of the proper path of civilization to sublimate, to distinguish and to purify: thus his notorious formula - "the evolution of culture is synonymous with the removal of ornament from utilitarian objetcs" - and his infamous association with ornament and crime. (...)
a pointed attack comes in 1900, in the form of an allegorical skit about "a poor little rich man" who comissioned an art noveau designer to put "art in each and every thing":each room formed a symphony of colors, complete in itself. walls, wall coverings, furniture and materials were made to harmonize in the most artful ways. each household item had its own specific place and was integrated with the others in the most wonderful combinations. the architect has forgotten nothing, absolutely nothing. cigar ashtrays, cutlery, light switches - everything, everything was made by him.
this gesamtkunstwerk does more than combine architecture, art and craft; it commingles the subject and the object: "the individuality of the owner was expressed in every ornament, every form, every nail". for the art noveau designer this is perfection: "you are complete!", he exults to the owner. but the owner is not so sure: "this completion takes [his] brain" (...)
"the happy man suddenly felt deeply, deeply unhappy... he was precluded from all future living and striving, developing and desiring. he thought, this is what it means to go about life with one´s own corpse. yes indeed. he is finished. he is complete!"
for the art noveau designer this completion reunites art and life, and all signs of death are banished. for loos, on the other hand, this triumphant overcoming of limits is a catastrophic loss of the same - the loss of the objective constrains required to define any "future living and striving, developing and desiring". far from a transcendence of death, this loss of finitude is a dead-in-life, as figured in the ultimate trope of indistinction, living with "one´s own corpse"
talvez por isso nos sintamos repletos de vida - mas sem perspectivas - numa sala superopulenta tipo sig bergamin. por outro lado, ambientes limpos, minimalistas, mesmo austeros, sopram mais perspectiva: são como um caderno em branco, repletos de espaço para novas histórias. mas não dá. não saberia escolher entre um e outro; apesar do brilhantismo de loos, não acredito que o homem estaria melhor sem um secessionismo austríaco na história da arte.
via luiz paulo no facebook, que indicou este "design and crime".


