The Nu Austerity (or, the filthy rich vs. the cleanly so)
Welcome to the “Nu Austerity“!
That’s the buzzword one marketer/designer came up with to summarize the apparent trend of people intentionally living simpler lives, more focused on the quality of experience than the quantity of goods they consume. If it’s real, it’d certainly be good news for the environment. But is it real, or is it just another accessory to buy and throw away?
This simpler lifestyle’s been linked with a resurgence of interest in “clean” “elegant” modern design like the stuff you see in the design porn above [click pic to enlarge] — something that affects me since I’m remodeling a house. The industry, in the form of mags from Dwell to Cottage Living, is pushing a dream house based on a fantasy of a simple life. Is it really different than the other dream houses for other fantasy lives?
Since my house was made in the late Victorian/early Edwardian era, I compared today’s “design porn” shots to ones from that time.
It used to be that a model citizen had his model house crammed with crap. See that pad on the bottom right, with the tiger rug ON TOP OF the oriental carpet ON TOP of the polished hardwood floor IN FRONT OF the fireplace. Luxury was stuff on stuff on stuff.
Compare to today.
Now luxury is a single glass of wine on a slate table the size of a hopscotch court, a greenhouse-like bathroom with a lonely cubic whirlpool, a living room with recycled bamboo floors that stretch out to a barren brick wall, just crying out for a hockey game.
There are no papers. No junk mail. A few artfully stacked books at most. Laptops are never plugged into their ungainly brick-sized AC adapters. In fact there are no AC adapters at all in this world… none to mock the sculptural elegance of the iPod and the baby monitor and the cell phone and the teakettle. Is there any product that doesn’t have an AC adapter now? If only I could be one of those beautiful people that doesn’t need them…
The image of luxury has become the absence of stuff. It’s a sheer expanse of space that no one ever seems to have lived in. In fact one of the biggest trends in luxury accommodation seems to be the “infinity pool”. Constructed so that the lip of the pool seems to merge into the vastness of the sea beyond.
Of course it’s all a dream. No one really lives like this. Most people exist in a protoplasmic stew of junk mail, beverage containers, and AC adapters. In fact most homes resemble Crazy Ebay Mom’s more than an infinity pool.
Even if you have less of it than Crazy Ebay Mom, you probably have a lot more than you see in those sleek modern house pictures. After all, you need stuff to live: plates, papers, food, AC adapters…
That’s why the absence of stuff in today’s magazine features or homes doesn’t mean someone’s living simply, it means they’ve acquired those real eternal signs of luxury: servants.
It’s a lot easier to be virtuously simple, clean, and angular — just like your recycled slate — when you’ve got a maid or cook or nanny fluttering about, managing your junk mail, dishes, and AC adapters. That and a big garage or “guest room” to cram all your less-than-distinguished crap in.
Which is all to say, I dream of living the Nu Austerity, but I just can’t afford it. :]