Adolf Loos, “Glass and China,” (1898) - David Rifkind
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10. Glass <strong>and</strong> <strong>China</strong> (<strong>1898</strong>) Glass <strong>and</strong> <strong>China</strong> 69<br />
"Show the pots a people have produced, <strong>and</strong> in general you can tell<br />
what kind of people they were <strong>and</strong> their level of culture," says<br />
Gottfried Semper in the preface to his section on pottery. 1And, one<br />
would like to add, it is not only pots that have this power of<br />
revelation, every object of everyday use can tell us something about<br />
the habits <strong>and</strong> character of a people. Pottery, however, does possess<br />
this power to an exceptional degree.<br />
Semper gives an example to back up his claim. He shows<br />
illustrations of two vessels women used for carrying water to the<br />
house, one from ancient Egypt <strong>and</strong> one from ancient Greece. The<br />
first is the situla, the Nile bucket, a container which happens to<br />
resemble the copper caldrons with which the Venetians draw water.<br />
It looks like a giant pumpkin with the top sliced off, has no foot,<br />
<strong>and</strong> has a h<strong>and</strong>le like those on fire buckets. This water bucket<br />
reveals the whole physical geography of the country, its topography,<br />
its hydrography. We immediately realize the people who use such<br />
a vessel must live on a plain, on the banks of a slow-moving river.<br />
How different is the Greek vessel! Semper describes,<br />
. . . the hydria, whose purpose is not to scoop up<br />
water, but to catch it as it flows out of the spring.<br />
That explains the funnel shape of the neck <strong>and</strong> the<br />
caldron shape of the body, the center of gravity of<br />
which is as close as possible to the mouth, for<br />
Etruscan <strong>and</strong> Greek women carried their hydrias on<br />
their heads, upright when full, <strong>and</strong> horizontal when<br />
empty. Try to balance a stick on the end of your<br />
finger: you will find it easier if you have the<br />
heavier end at the top. This experiment explains<br />
the basic shape of the Hellenic hydria (the body<br />
resembles a heart-shaped turnip), which is completed<br />
by the two horizontal h<strong>and</strong>les at the point of<br />
the center of gravity for lifting the vessel when full,<br />
<strong>and</strong> a third, vertical h<strong>and</strong>le, for carrying it when<br />
empty <strong>and</strong> hanging it up, perhaps also to provide<br />
agrip for someone to help the water carrier lift the<br />
full vessel onto her head.<br />
Thus Semper. His explanation will certainly have cut the idealists<br />
to the quick. What?! Those magnificent Greek vases with their<br />
perfect shapes, shapes which seemed created solely to demonstrate<br />
the instinct for beauty of the Greek people? Their shapes are a<br />
product of crude functionality? The foot, the body, the h<strong>and</strong>les, the<br />
size of the mouth were all dictated by the use they were put to?<br />
That means these vases were practical! And we always thought they<br />
were beautifUl! We have been misled. We had always been taught<br />
that practicality <strong>and</strong> beauty were mutually exclusive.<br />
In my previous article I made bold to assert the opposite, <strong>and</strong><br />
since I have received so many letters proving that I must be wrong,<br />
I have had to barricade myself behind the ancient Greeks. I will not<br />
deny our craftsmen have reached a level that precludes any comparison<br />
with other peoples or other ages. But I would like to<br />
remind you the ancient Greeks also knew a little about beauty. And<br />
they were led by practical considerations alone, without taking<br />
beauty into account at all, without wanting to satisfYsome aesthetic<br />
need. And when an object was so practical it could not be made<br />
any more practical, they called it beautiful. The peoples that<br />
followed them did the same, <strong>and</strong> we, too, say these vases are<br />
beautiful.<br />
Are there still people who work in the same way as the Greeks?<br />
Oh, yes. A5 a nation, the English; as a profession, the engineers.<br />
The English <strong>and</strong> the engineers are our ancient Greeks. It is from<br />
them that our culture comes, it is from them that it is spreading<br />
over the whole globe. They are the exemplars of nineteenth-century<br />
man.<br />
These Greek vases are beautiful, as beautiful as a machine, as<br />
beautiful as a bicycle.In this respect our pottery does not for the<br />
most part match up to the products of the mechanical engineer.<br />
Not from the Viennese point of view, of course, but from the<br />
Greek. What a feast of superfluity! At the beginning of the century
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our pottery was quite in the classical mold. Then the architects<br />
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came to Us rescue.<br />
I once sang in an operetta. Naturally it was set in Spain. At one<br />
point there was some celebration-I think it was the birthday of the<br />
master of the house-<strong>and</strong> a chorus of estudianteswas brought on to<br />
give the composer the opportunity for a Spanish song, <strong>and</strong> the<br />
costume designer a number of female singers to dress out. They<br />
sing, <strong>and</strong> it makes no difference whether it's a wedding, a birthday,<br />
a baptism, an anniversary, or a name day, since:<br />
We have the one song<br />
For every occasion.<br />
We just come along<br />
To express our elation.<br />
The magic formula was: For he's a jolly good fellow. I am quoting<br />
from memory, of course. It was ten years ago.<br />
Such estudiantes were our architects. They had only one song.<br />
It had two verses: moldings <strong>and</strong> ornamentation. And everything was<br />
worked on <strong>and</strong> worked over with the same moldings <strong>and</strong> the same<br />
ornamentation: fa
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exhibit, that is together with the interiors, <strong>and</strong> Plecnik's modern<br />
framework suits them down to the ground. The display of the firm<br />
of Emil Zahn from Blumenbach in Moravia, for example, shows<br />
excellent taste. There are English glasses mounted in nickel silver,<br />
<strong>and</strong> a cut glass with straight-line decoration <strong>and</strong> green flashing (the<br />
clear glass has been dipped into colored molten glass) in a free style,<br />
which provides the first satisfactory resolution of this straight-cut<br />
glass with flashing technique. Everything that meets the eye is in<br />
good taste-even the attendant, a delightful sweet sixteen, who won<br />
the beauty contest last year. Now that's what I call harmony!<br />
H. Kreibich, the well-known glass engraver, has a whole<br />
workshop in operation, <strong>and</strong> the master craftsman is always surrounded<br />
by visitors waiting while he engraves monograms <strong>and</strong><br />
names on the Jubilee goblets for them. Particularly delightful is a<br />
goblet decorated with good-luck charms, which I am sure has a<br />
future. This modest glass might do much to revive glass engraving,<br />
which Lobmeyr's brought to its peak, but which is unfortunately<br />
stagnating at the moment. What I have in mind is the delightful<br />
arrangement of the charms, which recalls the principle of decoration<br />
under Emperor Francis 1.<br />
Count Harrach's Glass Factory in Neuwelt is exhibiting,<br />
probably for the first time, Tiffany glasses made in Austria. With<br />
the help of Venetian glassmakers, <strong>and</strong> using the latest devlopments<br />
in molten glass, Louis C. Tiffany, the son of the American goldsmith<br />
Tiffany, has discovered a new method of decorating glass.<br />
The pieces are formed not by cutting or painting, but by a cunning<br />
system of dipping them into different-colored molten glass during<br />
blowing, in 'contrast to the Venetians, who weld a piece together<br />
while blowing. This process produces bowls <strong>and</strong> vases which surely<br />
represent the very highest achievement of modern art. In the<br />
h<strong>and</strong>ling of color, the pieces from Neuwelt are rather tame, but at<br />
least a start has been made, <strong>and</strong> we hope that the glassworks will<br />
manage to attract some artists to work with them.<br />
The same optimism cannot be expressed about our pottery<br />
industry. <strong>China</strong> painting still holds fast to the pretty-pretty tradition<br />
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of the previous century. In stoneware <strong>and</strong> majolica there are such<br />
shapes! Among other things, there is an ashtray in the shape of a<br />
concave coat of arms of our imperial house. Is there not a College<br />
of Heralds that could step in? To be sure, there is quite a lot of<br />
second-rate stuff among the glassware, but one can pass over that<br />
in silence. In the pottery section, however, one is confronted with<br />
the brash sign, "All shapes <strong>and</strong> patterns enjoy legal protection for<br />
all countries of the world." My God! Should one not rather give all<br />
countries legal protection agaimt these shapes <strong>and</strong> designs? One<br />
cannot help such thoughts when bad taste flaunts itself like that.<br />
It is in vain that one will look for pieces such as are manufactured<br />
in Copenhagen, more recently in Meissen, Rookwood near<br />
Cincinnati, <strong>and</strong> by the German firms of Lauger, Schmutz-Baudig,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Heider. There is a marvelous new-very new-material<br />
available, an Austrian invention, eosine, but it is still waiting for the<br />
artist who will create an appropriate style for it. The copies of<br />
Raguenet decoration-in the Oriental Art section-or the imitation<br />
marbled enamel crockery are not enough. Keep it refined <strong>and</strong><br />
delicate; the Raguenet decoration seems to me to suit eosine better.<br />
But find an artist, a real artist! The china painters Franz D6rfl <strong>and</strong><br />
Josef Zasche display excellent pieces in the traditional Viennese<br />
style, but even here we will have to be more precise in copying to<br />
beat off the competition over the next few years. Or create<br />
something new. But then something really new, as they do in<br />
Copenhagen. Theo Zasche should not find that too difficult.<br />
In the large display of the firm of Ernst Wahlig the sample<br />
plates from their stock of dinner services are once more the delight<br />
of the connoisseur. In these articles the firm has reached a level<br />
unrivaled anywhere in the world. All the princely houses, the<br />
aristocracy of birth <strong>and</strong> of money in all parts of the world, have<br />
their china dinner services made here. Plates for Indian rajahs rub<br />
shoulders with ones for American plutocrats. To me, many of these<br />
plates seem to symbolize the ~eginning dominance of a universal<br />
culture, a symbol of all-pervading English eating habits <strong>and</strong> of<br />
all-informing Viennese taste. Not all of them achieve their effect<br />
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through richness of decoration. One only has to look at the plate<br />
of Archduke Otto, a very model of simplicity.<br />
Moritz Hacker, the nickel silver manufacturer, is demonstrating<br />
a patent method of decoration which is new here. This, too, comes<br />
from America, <strong>and</strong> was used there first by the Gorham Mfg. Co.<br />
Glass, china, <strong>and</strong> majolica can be given a silver coating by dipping<br />
them in a galvanizing bath. A partial coating is also possible,<br />
meaning that any decorative pattern can be reproduced. The pieces<br />
in the Japanese spirit, realistic flowers on one side only, are<br />
magnificent; the rococo pieces dreadful.<br />
Notes<br />
1. In: Der Stil in den technischen und tektonischen Kunsten, oder<br />
Praktische Aesthetik (Style in the Technical <strong>and</strong> Tectonic Arts, or<br />
Practical Esthetics), 2 vols, 1861-1863.<br />
11. Luxury Carriages (<strong>1898</strong>)<br />
"Neustadt-all change."<br />
The passengers get out. "BUt we want to go to Steffelsdorf."<br />
"That means two hours in the mail coach."<br />
"What, two whole hours rumbling along, that's terrible!"<br />
We're in Austria.<br />
"Kingston-all change."<br />
Here too the passengers get oUt. But they want to go to<br />
Lonsdale.<br />
"That means two hours in the mail coach."<br />
"What, in the mail coach!? That's marvelous!"<br />
We're in Engl<strong>and</strong>.<br />
We Austrians think it rather odd to prefer, at the end of the<br />
nineteenth century, a perch in the mail coach to a comfortable seat<br />
in the train. But first of all let us take a look at ourselves. We prefer<br />
a cab to the steam or electric tram, though only when we think we<br />
might be seen. Without an audience to gawk, we find no pleasure<br />
even in the fastest cab. We should be honest enough to admit that.<br />
But the English just enjoy traveling. They still have a sense of<br />
the poetry of the open road. In the town they climb into a hack or<br />
a hansom only in emergencies. Even the most refined of ladies will<br />
go on the omnibus or tram, <strong>and</strong> in summer they are happy to find<br />
a seat on the open top. Here we sneak, shamefaced, into the<br />
interior of the vehicle <strong>and</strong> are plunged into despair if an acquaintance<br />
should spot us in the omnibus. For a trip into the country,<br />
however, we get into the train with all the rest.<br />
In Engl<strong>and</strong> for a trip out into the countty, people ride the mail<br />
coach.And not squashed inside, but outside, up on the top. Men,<br />
women, <strong>and</strong> children all climb aboard, higgledy-piggledy; the four<br />
horses are hitched to the carriage, the guard blows a merry tune on<br />
his long horn, <strong>and</strong> away they go. And they don't lean back in their<br />
seats, blase <strong>and</strong> bored, as if to say to pedestrians, "Please don't look<br />
at me." They laugh <strong>and</strong> look round, merry <strong>and</strong> bright, one big<br />
happy family.<br />
This is a pleasure that everyone can afford in Engl<strong>and</strong>. The<br />
dem<strong>and</strong> has brought the prices down. A carriage leaves every large<br />
hotel at a set time. And people drive far out into the country, where
56 <strong>Adolf</strong> <strong>Loos</strong> 8. The Interiors in the Rotunda (<strong>1898</strong>)<br />
At a later date, when I discuss the individual interiors, I will<br />
have the opportunity of demonstrating whether, <strong>and</strong> how, the<br />
notions I have outlined above have been realized in the Rotunda.<br />
Notes<br />
1. Named after the Austrian painter of huge historical canvases<br />
Hans Makart (1840-1884), whose love of sumptuous furnishings so<br />
dominated the interiors of the wealthy Viennese middle classes that<br />
the eighties came to be known as the "Makart decade."<br />
In my last report I made some truly heretical dem<strong>and</strong>s. Neither the<br />
archaeologist, nor the interior designer, nor the architect, nor the<br />
painter, nor the sculptor should furnish our apartments. Who<br />
should do it, then? The answer is quite simple: Every man his own<br />
interior designer.<br />
That means, of course, that we will not be able to live in such<br />
"style" anymore. But that "style," style in quotation marks, is no<br />
longer necessary. What is that "style" anyway? It is hard to define.<br />
In my opinion the best answer was given by the worthy lady who<br />
said that if you have a lion's head on the nightst<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> the same<br />
lion's head is on the sofa, on the wardrobe, on the beds, on the<br />
chairs, on the washst<strong>and</strong>, in a word, on every object in the room,<br />
then that is style. Word of honor, craftsmen of Vienna, have you<br />
not done your best to encourage the spread of such ridiculous<br />
opinions among the public? It didn't have to be a lion's head, but<br />
there always had to be something molded onto the furniture, be it<br />
a column, a boss, a balustrade, sometimes elongated, sometimes<br />
shortened, sometimes thickened, sometimes slenderized.<br />
These rooms tyrannized their poor owners. Woe betide those<br />
unfortunates who dared to buy some additional item! Their<br />
furniture refused to accept anything else near them. If one was<br />
given a present, one had nowhere to put it. And if one moved, <strong>and</strong><br />
one's new home did not have the same room sizes, then farewell to<br />
"style" for good. One might even, horror of horrors! have to put the<br />
German renaissance settle-cum-dresser in the blu'e rococo drawing<br />
room, <strong>and</strong> the baroque cupboard in the Empire sitting room. How<br />
terrible!<br />
How fortunate, by comparison, was the stupid peasant, or the<br />
poor laborer, or the old spinster. No such problems for them! No<br />
"style" in their homes. One thing came from here, another from<br />
there, all mixed up together. But just a minute!The painters, whom<br />
we had thought of as such paragons of taste, when they did<br />
paintings of interiors, ignored our magnificent apartments <strong>and</strong><br />
painted the homes of the stupid peasant, or the poor laborer, or the<br />
old spinster. How can anyone find such things beautiful? For, as we<br />
have been taught, the beauty of an apartment lies in its "style."
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But the painters were right. They who, thanks to their trained<br />
<strong>and</strong> practiced vision, have a much sharper eye for all outward<br />
appearances, have always recognized the superficial, pretentious,<br />
alien, unharmonious nature of our "stylish" apartments. The people<br />
do not fit in with the rooms, nor the rooms with the people. And<br />
how could they? The architect or the interior designer hardly even<br />
knows by name the person for whom he is working. Even if the<br />
occupant has paid for the rooms a hundred times over, they are still<br />
not his rooms. In spirit they will always remain the property of the<br />
one who created them. That is why they do not, cannot appeal to<br />
the painter. They lack any inner connection with the people who<br />
occupy them, they lack that certain something he finds in the room<br />
of the s~upid peasant, the poor laborer, the old spinster: a feeling of<br />
intimacy.<br />
I did not, thank God, grow up in such a "stylish" apartment.<br />
In those days they were unknown. Now, unfortunately, things have<br />
changed in my family as well. But in those days! Take the table: a<br />
crazy jumble of a table with some dreadful metalwork. But our<br />
table, our table! Can you imagine what that meant? Can you<br />
imagine what wonderful hours we spent at it? By lamplight! In the<br />
evening when I was a little boy I just could not tear myself away<br />
from it, <strong>and</strong> father kept having to imitate the night watchman's<br />
horn to make me scuttle off in fright into the nursery. My sister<br />
Hermine spilled ink on it when she was a little tiny baby. And the<br />
pictures of my parents! What dreadful frames! But they were a<br />
wedding present from father's workmen. And this old-fashioned<br />
chair here! A leftover from gr<strong>and</strong>mother's home. And here an<br />
embroidered slipper in which you can hang the clock. Made in<br />
kindergarten by sister Irma. Every piece of furniture, every object,<br />
every thing had a story to tell, the story of our family. Our home<br />
was never finished, it developed with us, <strong>and</strong> we with it. It was<br />
certainly without "style"; that is, it had no alien, no old "style." But<br />
it did have a style, the style of its occupants, the style of our family.<br />
During the period in which the pressure to furnish one's<br />
apartment in "style" became greater <strong>and</strong> greater-when all one's<br />
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acquaintances already had "aIde German" rooms, how could one<br />
lag behind them?-all the old junk was thrown out. Junk for<br />
anyone else, but hallowed relics for the family. The rest is-the<br />
upholsterer.<br />
And now we have had enough. We want to be lords <strong>and</strong><br />
masters within our own four walls again. If we lack taste, that's fine,<br />
we'll furnish our homes in a tasteless manner. If we have good taste,<br />
all the better. But we refuse to be tyrannized by our own rooms any<br />
longer. We will buy everything, as we happen to have need of it<br />
<strong>and</strong> as we like.<br />
As we like! There we have the style we have been seeking for so<br />
long, the style we wanted to bring into our apartments. A style that<br />
does not depend on one repeated lion's head, but on the taste-or,<br />
if you like, the lack of taste-of an individual or a family, <strong>and</strong><br />
complies with their wishes. What would then unite all the pieces of<br />
furniture in a room would be the fact that their owner had selected<br />
them. And even if he were to prove somewhat capricious, especially<br />
insofar as the choice of colors was concerned, it still would not be<br />
a disaster. A home that has grown along with the family can put up<br />
with quite a lot. Putting just one single ornament that does not<br />
belong into one of the "stylish" rooms can ruin the whole effect. In<br />
a "family" room it would immediately be absorbed into the whole.<br />
That kind of room is rather like a violin: just as a violin is broken<br />
in by playing it, so a room can be "broken'in" by living in it.<br />
These considerations do not affect the functional rooms in an<br />
apartment. My bathroom <strong>and</strong> lavatory <strong>and</strong> kitchen will be designed<br />
by the specialist in those areas. And this applies even more to those<br />
rooms used for receiving guests, for social gatherings <strong>and</strong> special<br />
occasions. For those one should call in the architect, the painter, the<br />
sculptor, or the interior designer. You can rest assured that everyone<br />
I will find the designer he deserves.There is always a contact in<br />
temperament between producer <strong>and</strong> consumer, which, however,<br />
does not go deep enough for the living areas.<br />
That is the way things always used to be. Even the king would<br />
Llive in a room that had grown along with him, but he receivedhi,
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guests in chambers designed by the court architect. And when an<br />
honest subject was conducted around those golden halls <strong>and</strong><br />
galleries, he would heave an honest subject's sigh. "That's the life!<br />
If only I could live in such a place!" Our honest subject imagines<br />
the king always goes around in a purple cloak trimmed with<br />
ermine, his scepter in his h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> his crown on his head. No<br />
wonder, then, that our honest subject, as soon as he has made some<br />
money, uses it to purchase what he imagines are regal apartments.<br />
It has always surprised me that I have never yet come across anyone<br />
dressed in purple in them.<br />
Gradually, <strong>and</strong> to our horror, we have come to realize kings live<br />
in very simple quarters, <strong>and</strong> that has led to a sudden about-turn.<br />
Simplicity is all the rage, even in rooms for special occasions. Once<br />
again, other countries are setting off on the new tack while we are<br />
still starting the about-turn. We will have to go through with it,<br />
despite what our furnishing industry would like to think. There<br />
have always been close links between taste <strong>and</strong> the desire for change.<br />
Today we wear narrow trousers, tomorrow they will be wide, <strong>and</strong><br />
the day after narrow again. Every tailor knows that. Couldn't we<br />
just abolish the wide-trouser period, then? Oh no! We need it to be<br />
able to enjoy our narrow trousers again. Similarly, we need a period<br />
of simple rooms for special occasions in order to prepare us for the<br />
return of richly decorated ones. If the industry wants us to get<br />
through the period of simplicity more quickly, there is only one<br />
solution: they must impose it on us.<br />
At the moment, though, this is just starting here in Austria.<br />
The best indication of the industry's tack is probably the fact the<br />
most admired room in the Rotunda is the simplest. It is a bedroom<br />
with en-suite bathroom. It was executed by Schenzel, upholsterers<br />
to the Court, for the man who designed it for himself. I think<br />
perhaps that aspect has most attracted the members of the public,<br />
who crowd around it. It exerts the powerful fascination of the<br />
individual, the personal. No one else could live in it, no one else<br />
could fill it with his personality, could make it fully his own, apart<br />
from the owner himself, Otto Wagner.<br />
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Hofrat Exner immediately acquired the room for the Paris<br />
exhibition, where its purpose will be to foster delusions among the<br />
people of Paris about the nature of Viennese bedrooms <strong>and</strong><br />
bathrooms. To ourselves we can admit we are still a long way away<br />
from that. But this room is destined to bring about a great<br />
transformation in the way we furnish our apartments, for, as I<br />
explained above, the people like it. The Austrian Museum paved the<br />
way for this with its Christmas Exhibition. Just imagine, now the<br />
Viennese even think a brass bedstead is beautiful! And not a richly<br />
ornamented one either, but the simplest one possible, on which the<br />
upholsterer has not even attempted to disguise the brass bars with<br />
fabrics, as was previously st<strong>and</strong>ard practice when brass bedsteads had<br />
to be "sheathed."<br />
The room is encased in smooth, polished, green paneling with<br />
valuable engravings let into it in places. An ottoman with a<br />
polar-bear skin, two brass bedside cabinets, two wardrobes <strong>and</strong> two<br />
cupboards, a table with two armchairs, <strong>and</strong> several chairs complete<br />
the decor. Over the paneling is a wall hanging with realistic cherry<br />
branches embroidered on it. The canopy over the bed is decorated<br />
with the same motiE The ceiling is whitewashed, <strong>and</strong> the lamps,<br />
hanging from silk cords, are arranged in a circle with plaster rays<br />
spreading out from it. The color effect, with the green of the wood,<br />
the yellow of the brass, the white of the fur, <strong>and</strong> the red of the<br />
cherries is exceptional. I will discuss the chairs in this room later,<br />
but for today I will say that the carpet 'is wrong. We have done<br />
away with the rosebuds we used to have to clamber around, but I<br />
do not think it is an improvement if the carpets awake the illusion<br />
that one might stumble over exposed tree roots. The cherry tree<br />
spreads its roots allover the floor.<br />
The bathroom is also a gem. The walls, the floor, the ottoman,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the cushions are all covered in the woolly material we use for<br />
our bathrobes. It has a restrained violet pattern, <strong>and</strong> the white <strong>and</strong><br />
violet, together with the silver of the nickel-plated furnishings, the<br />
toilet articles, <strong>and</strong> the bath, determine the color tone of the room.<br />
The bath is made of mirror glass with nickel mountings. Even the
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faceted glasses on the washst<strong>and</strong> were made to Wagner's designs,<br />
the delightful toilet set as well, of course.<br />
I am against the trend Wagner represents, which sees a positive<br />
advantage in having everything in a building, right down to the coal<br />
shovel, come from the h<strong>and</strong> of one architect. In my opinion it<br />
results in very boring looking buildings. Every characteristic gets<br />
lost. But in the face of Otto Wagner's genius I capitulate. Otto<br />
Wagner has one quality which until now I have observed in only a<br />
few English <strong>and</strong> American architects: he can leave his architect's<br />
perspective behind him <strong>and</strong> see things with the eye of the appropriate<br />
craftsman. He creates a water glass-he thinks like a glass<br />
blower <strong>and</strong> a glass cutter; he makes a brass bedstead-he thinks <strong>and</strong><br />
feels like a brass worker. All his great architectural knowledge <strong>and</strong><br />
skill he has left behind. There is just one thing he takes everywhere<br />
with him, his artistry.<br />
9. Chairs (<strong>1898</strong>)<br />
The Otto Wagner Room-the modern bedroom <strong>and</strong> bathroom in<br />
the applied arts section of the Lower Austrian Trades Association<br />
display-is beautiful, not because but in spite of the fact it was<br />
designed by an architect. This architect just happens to be his own<br />
interior designer. The room would not be right for anyone else, because<br />
it would not reflect their individuality; therefore, it is<br />
imperfect <strong>and</strong> we can no longer talk of beauty. There is a contradiction<br />
there.<br />
What do we underst<strong>and</strong> by beauty? Complete perfection. It is,<br />
therefore, out of the question that something not satisfactorily performing<br />
its intended function can be beautiful. The first basic<br />
condition any object must fulfill, if it is to be considered "beautiful,"<br />
is that it does not contravene the rules of practicality. But<br />
being functional alone does not make it beautiful. There is more to<br />
it than that. The artists of the cinquecento probably gave the most<br />
precise definition: "An object is beautiful if it is so perfect you<br />
could not add anything or take anything away without spoiling it."<br />
That would be the most perfect, absolute harmony.<br />
A beautiful man? That would be the complete man, the man<br />
who, through his physique <strong>and</strong> mental qualities, could offer the best<br />
guarantee of producing healthy offspring <strong>and</strong> being able to support<br />
a family. A beautiful woman? That would be the complete woman.<br />
Her responsibility would be to arouse love in the man, to<br />
breast-feed her own children, <strong>and</strong> to give them a good upbringing.<br />
Then she will have the most beautiful eyes, keen, practical eyes, not<br />
myopic, glazed ones; she will have the most beautiful brow, the<br />
most beautiful hair, the most beautiful nose. A nose through which<br />
One can breathe perfectly. She will have the most beautiful mouth,<br />
the most beautiful teeth, teeth with which she can chew her food<br />
perfectly. Nothing in nature is superfluous, <strong>and</strong> it is the degree of<br />
functional value, when combined with the harmony of the other<br />
parts, that we call pure beauty.<br />
From this we can see that the beauty of a practical object can<br />
be determined only in relation to its function. For these objects<br />
there is no such thing as absolute beauty.<br />
"Look, what a lovely desk!"
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King Solomon are quoted on the wall, but is not: "Art, which made<br />
the floor under the ancient's foot <strong>and</strong> the vault of the church ceiling<br />
over the Christian's head, is now cramped onto boxes <strong>and</strong> bracelets.<br />
The times are worse than one thinks."<br />
Notes<br />
1. Hermann Muthesius (1861-1927), a member of the Werk-<br />
bund. His three-volume Das englische Haus (1904, The English<br />
House) was very influential in spreading the ideas of the Arts <strong>and</strong><br />
Crafts movement in Germany.<br />
2. See Note on p. 133.<br />
3. Kunstschau 1908, the title of an exhibition of arts <strong>and</strong> crafts<br />
showing many of the Secessionartists a decade after their emergence.<br />
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29. Ornament <strong>and</strong> Crime (1929)1<br />
In the womb the human embryo goes through all phases of development<br />
the animal kingdom has passed through. And when a<br />
human being is born, his sense impressions are like a new-born<br />
dog's. In childhood he goes through all changes corresponding to<br />
the stages in the development of humanity. At two he sees with the<br />
eyes of a Papuan, at four with those of a Germanic tribesman, at six<br />
of Socrates, at eight of Voltaire. At eight he becomes aware of<br />
violet, the color discovered by the eighteenth century; before that,<br />
violets were blue <strong>and</strong> the purple snail was red. Even today physicists<br />
can point to colors in the solar spectrum which have been given a<br />
name, but which it will be left to future generations to discern.<br />
A child is amoral. A Papuan too, for us. The Papuan slaughters<br />
his enemies <strong>and</strong> devours them. He is not a criminal. But if a<br />
modern person slaughters someone <strong>and</strong> devours him, he is a<br />
criminal or a degenerate. The Papuan covers his skin with tattoos,<br />
his boat, his oars, in short everything he can lay his h<strong>and</strong>s on. He<br />
is no criminal. The modern person who tattoos himself is either a<br />
criminal or a degenerate. There are prisons in which eighty percent<br />
of the inmates have tattoos. People with tattoos not in prison are<br />
either latent criminals or degenerate aristocrats.<br />
The urge to decorate one's face <strong>and</strong> anything else within reach<br />
is the origin of the fine arts. It is the childish babble of painting.<br />
But all art is erotic.<br />
A person of our times who gives way to the urge to daub the<br />
walls with erotic symbols is a criminal or a degenerate. What is<br />
natural in the Papuan or the child is a sign of degeneracy in a<br />
modern adult. I made the following discovery, which I passed on to<br />
the world: the evolution of culture is synonymous with the removal of<br />
ornamentation from objects of everyday use. I thought by doing so I<br />
would bring joy to the world: it has not thanked me for it. People<br />
were sad <strong>and</strong> downcast. What depressed them was the realization we<br />
could no longer create new ornament. What? We alone, the people<br />
of the nineteenth century, were not capable of doing something<br />
every negro tribesman could do, something every age <strong>and</strong> nation<br />
before us had done!?
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The objects mankind created in earlier millennia without<br />
ornament have been casually tossed aside <strong>and</strong> allowed to go to<br />
wrack <strong>and</strong> ruin. We do not possess a single workbench from the<br />
Carolingian period, but any piece of trash having even the slightest<br />
decoration was collected, cleaned up, <strong>and</strong> put in an ostentatious<br />
palace built specially to house it. And we made our way sadly<br />
around the showcases, ashamed of our impotence. Every epoch had<br />
its own style, <strong>and</strong> ours alone should be denied one!? By style people<br />
meant ornamentation. But I said, "Do not weep. Do you. not see<br />
the greatness of our age resides in our very inability to create new<br />
ornament? We have gone beyond ornament, we have achieved plain,<br />
undecorated simplicity. Behold, the time is at h<strong>and</strong>, fulfillment<br />
awaits us. Soon the streets of the cities will shine like white walls!<br />
Like Zion, the Holy City, Heaven's capital. Then fulfillment will<br />
be ours."<br />
But there were hobgoblins who refused to accept it. They<br />
wanted mankind to continue to strain under the yoke of ornament.<br />
Mankind had reached the point where ornament was no longer a<br />
source of pleasure, where a tattooed face, instead of increasing<br />
people's aesthetic pleasure as it does for the Papuans, diminished<br />
pleasure. People had reached the point where they liked a plain<br />
cigarette case, while they would not buy a decorated one, even if<br />
the price was the same. They were happy with their clothes, <strong>and</strong><br />
glad they did not have to go around dressed like fairground<br />
monkeys in red velvet trousers with gold braid. And I said, "See,<br />
the room where Goethe died is more splendid than all your<br />
renaissance pomp, <strong>and</strong> a plain piece of furniture is more beautiful<br />
than your museum pieces with all their inlay work <strong>and</strong> carving.<br />
Goethe's language is more beautiful than all the flowery language<br />
of the Nuremberg pastoral poets."<br />
That displeased the hobgoblins, <strong>and</strong> the state, whose task it is<br />
to obstruct the people's cultural progress, decided to promote the<br />
development <strong>and</strong> revival of ornamentation. Woe to the state whose<br />
revolutions are made by its civil servants! Soon in the Vienna<br />
Museum of Applied Art there was a sideboard called "The Miracu~<br />
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lous Draught of Fishes," soon there were cupboards with names like<br />
"The Bewitched Princess," referring to the decoration with which<br />
these unfortunate pieces were covered. The Austrian state takes its<br />
task so seriously it ensures the ancient footcloth does not disappear<br />
entirely from within the bounds of the Austr~Hungarian monarchy.<br />
It forces every cultured twenty-year-old man to spend three<br />
years marching in footcloths instead of in knitted hosiery. After all,<br />
every state works on the assumption that a primitive population is<br />
easier to govern than a cultured one.<br />
The epidemic of ornament enjoys state recognition <strong>and</strong> state<br />
subsidy, then. For my part, however, I see that as a retrograde step.<br />
I do not accept the objection that ornament is a source of increased<br />
pleasure in life for cultured people, the objection expressed in the<br />
exclamation, "But if the ornament is beautiful!" For me, <strong>and</strong> with<br />
me for all people of culture, ornament is not a source of increased<br />
pleasure in life. When I want to eat a piece of gingerbread, I choose<br />
a piece that is plain, not a piece shaped like a heart, or a baby, or<br />
a cavalryman, covered over <strong>and</strong> over with decoration. A fif~<br />
teenth-century man would not have understood me, but all modern<br />
people will. The supporters of ornament think my hunger for<br />
simplicity is some kind of mortification of the flesh. No, my dear<br />
Professor of Applied Arts, I am not mortifying the flesh at all. I<br />
find the gingerbread tastes better like that.<br />
It is easy to reconcile ourselves to the great damage <strong>and</strong><br />
depredations the revival of ornament had done to our aesthetic<br />
development, since no one <strong>and</strong> nothing, not even the power of the<br />
state, can hold up the evolution of mankind. It can only be slowed<br />
down. We can afford to wait. But in economic respects it is a<br />
crime, in that it leads to the waste of human labor, money, <strong>and</strong><br />
materials. That is damage time cannot repair.<br />
The speed of cultural development is hampered by the stragglers.<br />
I am living, say, in 1912, my neighbor around 1900, <strong>and</strong> that<br />
man over there in 1880. It is a misfortune for a state if the culture<br />
of its inhabitants stretches over too great a time span. The peasant<br />
who farms in the shadow of the GroBglockner lives in the twelfth
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century. On the occasion of the festival procession to celebrate the<br />
Emperor's jubilee we shuddered to learn that here in Austria we still<br />
have tribes from the fourth century. Happy the l<strong>and</strong> that does not<br />
have many cultural stragglers <strong>and</strong> laggards. Happy America! Here<br />
in Austria even in the cities there are people who are not modern,<br />
people still living in the eighteenth century, horrified at a picture<br />
with violet shadows because they have not yet learned to see the<br />
color violet; people to whom a pheasant tastes better if the cook has<br />
spent days preparing it, <strong>and</strong> to whom a cigarette case looks better<br />
if it is covered in renaissance ornament. And out in the country?<br />
Clothes <strong>and</strong> household goods all belong to earlier times. The<br />
peasant is not a Christian, he is still a heathen.<br />
These people who lag behind are slowing down the cultural<br />
development of the nations <strong>and</strong> of humanity. As far as the economic<br />
aspect is concerned, if you have two people living next door<br />
to each other who have the same needs, the same aspirations, <strong>and</strong><br />
the same income, but who belong to different cultural epochs, you<br />
will find the man of the twentieth century getting richer <strong>and</strong> richer,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the man of the eighteenth century poorer <strong>and</strong> poorer. I am<br />
assuming, of course, that in both cases their lifestyles reflect their<br />
attitudes. The man of the twentieth century needs much less capital<br />
to supply his needs, <strong>and</strong> can therefore make savings. The vegetables<br />
he likes are simply cooked in water <strong>and</strong> served with a knob of<br />
butter. They taste good to the other only if there are nuts <strong>and</strong> I<br />
honey mixed in, <strong>and</strong> a cook has spent hours over them. Decorated<br />
plates cost more, while twentieth-century man likes his food on<br />
white crockery alone. The one saves money while the other throws<br />
it away. And it is the same with whole nations. Woe betide the<br />
people that lag behind in their cultural development. The English<br />
are getting richer, <strong>and</strong> we poorer. . . .<br />
The harm done by ornament to the ranks of the producers is<br />
even greater. Since ornament is no longer a natural product of our<br />
culture, but a symptom of backwardness or degeneracy, the<br />
craftsman producing the ornament is not fairly rewarded for his<br />
labor. The conditions among wood carvers <strong>and</strong> turners, the<br />
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criminally low rates paid to embroiderers <strong>and</strong> lace makers are<br />
well-known. An ornamental craftsman has to work for twenty hours<br />
to reach the pay a modern worker earns in eight. In general,<br />
decoration makes objects more expensive, but despite that it does<br />
happen that a decorated object, with materials costing the same <strong>and</strong><br />
demonstrably taking three times as long to produce, is put on sale<br />
at half the price of a plain object. The result of omitting decoration<br />
is a reduction in working hours <strong>and</strong> an increase in wages. A<br />
Chinese wood carver works for sixteen hours, an American laborer<br />
for eight. If I pay as much for a plain box as for one with ornamentation,<br />
the difference in labor time belongs to the worker. And if<br />
there were no ornaments at all-a state that will perhaps come<br />
about after thous<strong>and</strong>s of years-we would need to work for only<br />
four hours instead of eight, since at the moment half of our labor<br />
is accounted for by ornamentation.<br />
Ornament means wasted labor <strong>and</strong> therefore wasted health.<br />
That was always the case. Today, however, it also means wasted<br />
material, <strong>and</strong> both mean wasted capital.<br />
As there is no longer any organic connection between ornament<br />
<strong>and</strong> our culture, ornament is no longer an expression of our culture.<br />
The ornament being created now bears no relationship to us, nor<br />
to any human being, or to the system governing the world today.<br />
It has no potential for development. Where is Otto Eckmann's<br />
ornamentation now,2 or that of van der Velde? In the past the artist<br />
was a healthy, vigorous figure, always at the head of humanity. The<br />
modern ornamental artist, however, lags behind or is a pathological<br />
case. After three years even he himself disowns his own products.<br />
Cultured people find them intolerable straight away, others become<br />
aware of it only after a number of years. Where are Otto Eckmann's<br />
works today? Where will Olbrich's be in ten years' time.<br />
Modern ornament has no parents <strong>and</strong> no offspring, no past <strong>and</strong> no<br />
future. Uncultivated people, for whom the greatness of our age is<br />
a closed book, greet it rapturously <strong>and</strong> then disown it after a short<br />
time.
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Humanity as a whole is healthy, only a few are sick. But these<br />
few tyrannize the worker, who is so healthy he is incapable of<br />
inventing ornaments. They compel him to execute the ornaments<br />
they have invented, in a wide variety of different materials.<br />
The changing fashion in ornament results in a premature<br />
devaluation of the product of the worker's labor; his time <strong>and</strong> the<br />
materials used are wasted capital. I have formulated the following<br />
principle: The form of an object should last, that is, we shouldfind it<br />
tolerable as long as the object itself lasts. I will explain: A suit will<br />
change its style more often than a valuable fur. A woman's ball<br />
outfit, intended for one night alone, will change its style more<br />
quickly than a desk. Woe betide us, however, if we have to change<br />
a desk as quickly as a ball outfit because we can no longer st<strong>and</strong> the<br />
old style. Then we will have wasted the money we paid for the<br />
desk.<br />
Ornamental artists <strong>and</strong> craftsmen are well aware of this, <strong>and</strong> in<br />
Austria they try to show this deficiency in a positive light. They say,<br />
"A consumer who has furnishings he cannot st<strong>and</strong> after ten years,<br />
<strong>and</strong> thus is forced to refurnish his apartment every ten years, is better<br />
than one who buys something only when the old one becomes<br />
worn out with use. Industry needs that. The rapid changes in fashion<br />
provide employment for millions."<br />
This seems to be the secret of the Austrian economy. When a<br />
fire breaks out, how often does one hear someone say, "Thank God!<br />
Now there is work for people again." Just set a house on fire, set<br />
the Empire on fire, <strong>and</strong> everyone will be rolling in money! Just keep<br />
on making furniture we chop up for firewood after three years,<br />
mountings we have to melt down after four, because even at<br />
auction they will not fetch a tenth of the cost of labor <strong>and</strong> materials,<br />
<strong>and</strong> we will get richer <strong>and</strong> richer!<br />
Not only the consumer bears the loss, it is above all the<br />
producer. Nowadays, putting decoration on objects which, thanks<br />
to progress, no longer need to be decorated, means a waste of labor<br />
<strong>and</strong> an abuse of material. If all objects would last as long in<br />
aesthetic terms as they last physically, the consumer would be able<br />
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to pay a price for them that would allow the worker to earn more<br />
money <strong>and</strong> work shorter hours. For an object from which I am<br />
convinced I will get full use until it is worn out I am quite happy<br />
to pay four times the price of another I could buy. I am happy to<br />
pay forty crowns for my shoes, even though there are shoes for ten<br />
in another shop. But in those trades that languish under the yoke<br />
of the ornamental artist, no value is put on good or bad workman-<br />
ship. Work suffers because no one is willing to pay for it at its true<br />
value.<br />
And that is a good thing too, since these ornamented objects<br />
are bearable only when they are shoddily produced. I find it easier<br />
to accept a fire when I hear it is only worthless rubbish that is<br />
being destroyed. I can enjoy the trumpery in the Kunstlerhau~<br />
because I know it takes a few days to put it up <strong>and</strong> one day to tear<br />
it down. But throwing coins instead of stones, lighting a cigar with<br />
a bank note, crushing up <strong>and</strong> drinking a pearl, I find unaesthetic.<br />
Only when these ornamented things have been made from the<br />
best material with the greatest care, <strong>and</strong> have taken up many manhours<br />
of work, do they become truly unaesthetic. I have to admit<br />
I was the first to dem<strong>and</strong> quality workmanship. Professor Hoffmann's<br />
interior for the Apollo C<strong>and</strong>le Factory shop in Vienna, done<br />
in pine with a colored stain fourteen years ago, is by no means as<br />
unbearable as his current designs. Or as unbearable as Hoffmann's<br />
designs will look in a further fourteen years' time. My Cafe<br />
Museum, however, which opened at the same time as the shop, will<br />
be unbearable only when the carpentry work begins to fall apart.<br />
A modern person, who regards ornament as a symptom of the<br />
artistic superfluity of previous ages <strong>and</strong> for that reason holds it<br />
sacred, will immediately recognize the unhealthy, the forced-pain-<br />
fully forced-nature of modern ornament. Ornament can no longer<br />
be produced by someone living on the cultural level of today. It is<br />
different for individuals <strong>and</strong> people who have not yet reached that<br />
level.<br />
The ideal I preach is the aristocrat. What I mean by that is the<br />
person at the peak of humanity, who yet has a profound under-
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st<strong>and</strong>ing of the problems <strong>and</strong> aspirations of those at the bottom.<br />
One who well underst<strong>and</strong>s the way the African works patterns into<br />
his cloth according to a certain rhythm, so the design appears only<br />
when the fabric is taken off the loom; likewise the Persian weaving<br />
his rug, the Slovak peasant woman making her lace, the old woman<br />
making marvelous needlework from silk <strong>and</strong> glass beads. The<br />
aristocrat lets them carry on in their own accustomed way, he<br />
knows the time they spend on their work is sacred to them. The<br />
revolutionary would go <strong>and</strong> tell them it was all pointless, just as he<br />
would drag an old woman away from the wayside shrine, telling her<br />
there is no God. But the atheist among the aristocrats still raises his<br />
hat when he passes a church.<br />
My shoes are covered with decoration formed by sawtooth<br />
patterns <strong>and</strong> holes. Work done by the shoemaker, work he has not<br />
been paid for. Imagine I go to the shoemaker <strong>and</strong> say, "You charge<br />
thirty crowns for a pair of shoes. I will pay you forty-eight." It will<br />
raise the man to such a transport of delight he will thank me<br />
through his workmanship <strong>and</strong> the material used, making them of<br />
a quality that will far outweigh my extra payment. He is happy, <strong>and</strong><br />
happiness is a rare commodity in his house. He has found someone<br />
who underst<strong>and</strong>s him, who respects his work, <strong>and</strong> does not doubt<br />
his honesty. He can already see the finished shoes in his mind's eye.<br />
He knows where the best leather is to be found at the moment, he<br />
knows which of his workers he will entrust with the task, <strong>and</strong> the<br />
shoes will have all the sawtooth patterns <strong>and</strong> holes an elegant pair<br />
of shoes can take. And then I say, "But there is one condition. The<br />
shoes must be completely plain." I will drag him down from the<br />
heights of bliss to the depths of hell. He will have less work, <strong>and</strong> I<br />
have taken away all his pleasure in it.<br />
The ideal I preach is the aristocrat. I can accept decoration on<br />
my own person if it brings pleasure to my fellow men. It brings<br />
pleasure to me, too. I can accept the Mrican's ornament, the<br />
Persian's, the Slovak peasant woman's, my shoemaker's, for it<br />
provides the high point of their existence, which they have no other<br />
means of achieving. We have the art that has superseded ornament.<br />
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After all the toil <strong>and</strong> tribulations of the day, we can go to hear<br />
Beethoven or Tristan. My shoemaker cannot. I must not take his<br />
religion away from him, for I have nothing to put in its place. But<br />
anyone who goes to the Ninth <strong>and</strong> then sits down to design a<br />
wallpaper pattern is either a fraud or a degenerate.<br />
The disappearance of ornament has brought about an undreamed-of<br />
blossoming in the other arts. Beethoven's symphonies<br />
would never have been written by a man who had to dress in silk,<br />
velvet, <strong>and</strong> lace. Those who go around in velvet jackets today are<br />
not artists, but clowns or house painters. We have become more<br />
refined, more subtle. When men followed the herd they had to<br />
differentiate themselves through color, modern man uses his dress<br />
as a disguise. His sense of his own individuality is so immensely<br />
strong it can no longer be expressed in dress. Lack of ornamentation<br />
is a sign of intellectual strength. Modern man uses the ornaments<br />
of earlier or foreign cultures as he likes <strong>and</strong> as he sees fit. He<br />
concentrates his own inventive power on other things.<br />
Afterword<br />
This article by the Viennese architect, written in 1908, at which<br />
time it was the caUseof riots among applied artists in Munich, but<br />
received with rapturous applause when delivered as a lecture in<br />
Berlin, has never before been published in German. The title,<br />
"Ornament <strong>and</strong> Crime," is a catchword for many, known even to<br />
people who never knew where it came from. The article has<br />
appeared in the languages of all advanced nations, even in Japanese<br />
<strong>and</strong> He.brew. The only one missing was German. We are grateful<br />
it has been made available to us so we can publish it on the<br />
occasion of the Frankfurt meeting of the International Association<br />
for New Building. It demonstrates to us today that, at the time<br />
when art nouveau was flourishing, <strong>Adolf</strong> <strong>Loos</strong> was perhaps the only<br />
person who was clear about what is modern. Just as the houses<br />
<strong>Adolf</strong> Laos built twenty years ago, <strong>and</strong> which at that time aroused<br />
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a storm of indignation, are now accepted as expressions of pure<br />
functional form.4<br />
Notes<br />
1. "This essay was written in 1908. We dedicate it to the<br />
Second International Congress for New Building, meeting today in<br />
Frankfurt." Footnote in the Frankfurter Zeitung.<br />
2. See note, p. 38.<br />
3. The gallery of the Association of Viennese Artists.<br />
4. The Afterword appeared in the Frankfurter Zeitung.<br />
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30. Brief Intermezzo (1909)<br />
Opposite the Opera, in the Heinrichshof, is the Viennese branch of<br />
the French metalware manufacturer Christofle. I have to pass it<br />
every day. The window display never makes me stop.<br />
A year ago something special happened. I was about to rush<br />
past again when something pulled me back with a jerk.<br />
In the middle of all the tableware <strong>and</strong> cutlery-cutlery of<br />
English design for people who can eat, <strong>and</strong> cutlery for those who<br />
can't, after designs by Olbrich-there was a life-sized Doberman<br />
pinscher. White china, glazed. Only the eyes <strong>and</strong> muzzle were<br />
colored.<br />
My first thought was: Copenhagen. And I began to revise my<br />
verdict on Copenhagen chinaware. I certainly would like to possess<br />
that dog. So there were artists who could create things in this style<br />
people want to possess. What was the artist called? Where did he<br />
live?<br />
I went in <strong>and</strong> asked. And learned the man had been dead for<br />
something like a hundred <strong>and</strong> fifty years. It was a copy from the<br />
Sevres factory.<br />
I couldn't afford to buy it, but from then on I stopped every<br />
day to see my dog.<br />
It went on like that for a year, but then recently all my pleasure<br />
vanished. The dog had gone. I went in <strong>and</strong> asked, "Where is my<br />
d :>"<br />
og.<br />
An American had bought it. But they promised they would<br />
have another sent <strong>and</strong> pur it in the window.<br />
And I hope the Americans will use the sidewalk on the other<br />
side of the street.