Sottsass and his crew wanted to get away from the rationalism and monotony of the 1970s. Rationalism might make a decent chair, but it didn’t stir the blood or charge the soul. Life had to be about something more than just ‘functioning’, right, otherwise why get out of bed in the morning?
We may as well live in sterile white cubes, sucking down flavourless nutrient smoothies.
"Design is a way of discussing life," Sottsass would say. "It's a way of discussing society, politics, eroticism, food, and even design itself."
That last bit is important, because if nothing else, Memphis Milano generated a lot of chatter in the art world about what design meant, what its limits were, and who got to make those sorts of calls. Memphis didn't exist in a cultural vacuum, of course. Sottsass himself had been pushing boundaries since the 1950s, and 1980s postmodernism has the fingerprints of Art Deco and 1960s Radical Design all over it. But still, there was a difference.
Radical Design was (largely) a conceptual and countercultural movement, often focusing on utopian ideals rather than functional or commercial objects, i.e. stuff you could run out and buy. Its heroes were experimental groups like Archigram, Superstudio and Gruppo Strum¹.
Memphis Postmodernism had some of that same fuck-you spirit, sure, but it also added to the mix: playfulness, whimsy, irony and the exuberance of everyday things. It was antagonistic, but also straight-up fun. There was a kind of childlike glee with which Memphis designers tore up the rulebook (then turned the scraps into colourful, avant-garde lampshades).
Most importantly, the collective somehow balanced all that high-brow, art-wank theory with commercial success. The Memphis crew weren't just artists, they were designers. They made things you could use. And pretty soon their furniture, textiles, chairs and bookshelves started appearing in affluent houses all over the world. David Bowie became an avid collector. So did Karl Lagerfeld and Mick Jagger. The style tended to jive with anarchists and revolutionaries, and confuse – or mightily piss off – everyone else.
Although it only existed for seven years – Sottsass left in 1985 to try his hand at architecture, and the group technically disbanded in 1987 – Memphis would come to define the postmodern design movement. And maybe the next 40 years beyond that. A weird technicolour star that burned brightly, then flamed out. But that didn't really bother Sottsass. "Strong ideas are short-lived," he said once, "and it is not possible to develop them further."
Grandpa died last week
And now he’s buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he’d lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
- Bob Dylan
It's kind of funny that one of the 20th century's most surreal, playful and individualist design movements was started by Sottsass, who fought for Mussolini as a militant member of the Italian Republican Fascist Party. But maybe that wasn't a coincidence. Sottsass didn't fight with the fascists by choice, after all; he was conscripted.
"After a happy youth in the mountains and a much less happy youth in various schools I got an architectural degree at the Turin Politecnico in 1939," he said. "I was then forced to waste seven years of my life in the army."
In a way, Sottsass' entire artistic philosophy can be read as a hardcore rejection of everything fascism stands for: Sottsass was global, not nationalist, curious, not threatened by curiosity, diverse and welcoming, rather than rigidly uniform. In fact, he hated uniformity. And that's another thing about 'Memphis style'; while the collective definitely had a look – think geometric shapes, bold, clashing colours, squiggles, checkerboards and other eye-watering patterns, plus the use of unconventional materials like laminate and plastic – every member of the group was encouraged to do their own thing.
That's why Sottsass' famous Carlton Room Divider, which turned the traditional bookshelf into some sort of many-armed Art Deco fertility idol, can sit comfortably alongside Peter Shire's Bel Air armchair, or a retina-blasting wooden chaise longue by George Sowden, or the iconic Memphis Tahiti lamp (another Sottsass de-construction, which looks like a duck that got lost and stumbled into a Picasso painting). Even when stuff gets surreal and weird, it's held together by a common thread.