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    November 22, 2010

    oped-new7wait, what?…

    i know, that title makes no sense but the reason that it is there and that i am leaving it be is the same reason i am dedicating this edition of the weekly column to old material: i am one lazy sum-bitch! spurred in no small part by twitterFRIEND markus reuter’s post entitled food chocolate and brainstorming… in which he professes his understandable appreciation of discussions that fatten both the brain and the gut, and the fact that i had a very busy weekend celebrating my first born’s eighth, and, who knows, perhaps final year on earth, and have, as a result, very little to say, i decided to re-publih the first episode in the apartment’s long-storied history of well-meaning intentions which, in the end, fall rather flat on their faces… you can google, there’s plenty. anyway, the idea, as markus points out by covering vancouver’s recent dinner with a side of design experiment as well, is that there is great hunger (ha!) for conversation about design that is rooted in the reality of people’s lives, not merely to adorn the admittedly well-justified pages of the design observer and there is no better way to produce authentic opining than when concurrently trying to make out the quail’s tail from its head. at least, that is what we thought hence why we invited twelve of our favorite people, from tronic studio’s own vivian rosenthal to filmmaker gary nadeau to yelo’s nicolas ronco to formavision curator sebastien agneessens among others and misguidedly imposed on ourselves a theme for the evening: talent. i say misguided because, in retrospect, i think i should have been a lot less organized about the whole thing, it would have made for a wider ranging and unencumbered exchange.

    but i love that the cameras, four in all (including one of a jib!) captured everything from the cooking to the various conversations happening at every end of the loft, showing in a few swift pans, tilts and dolly shots what i have always believed to be the truest reflection of good design: life. as i say at the beginning of the film, this really was a tradition we started with our friends, every wednesday night, based on the immutable belief that friendships have to be maintained and cannot solely sustain themselves on a drink here, a coffee there or even a cocktail party at kartell once a design week… to see the people you have chosen to love once a week is, i believe, the bare minimum you should invest in the understanding of those we call, ever-so ceremoniously, friends. friendship can be what you feel about the community of people that surround you, those acquaintance-ships who populate your world much like a chessboard, filled with those you know and use and who know and use you, which may sound sinister but i have not found it an unusual occurrence for some to allocate different functions to different people in their circle. in fact, however romantic a notion of friendship we may have been baited to pursue because of lawrence kasdan movies, most of us assign roles to all those around, in the company of whom time is purposefully qualitative. that said, supplemental years do tend to stretch away such casting concerns and help friendships turn into all-purpose relationships. i look at these bonds as matters of greater import because they have, for me, more than complemented blood ties but displaced them altogether. i need to trust by choice, not by default. when i moved away from home and could no longer count on my original support system, i had the opportunity to choose whom i was not able to at birth and in so doing fill the gaping void left by that lack of freedom to select those around me, who may even choose, perhaps, to select me right back.

    knowing your friends is an arduous journey because in friendship as in love, you are dealing with strangers you will never know as long as your family. and since duration often mistakenly takes precedence over understanding in matters of human interconnections, we tend to leave the process to intuition which does not yield as fulfilling a result as when complemented with casual but focused inquiry. that may sound cold and calculating on paper but the principle at play is the one all prospective lovers use when wondering if there is a future ahead for them, willing to fall yet computing. although delightful by-products, friendships are not about the occasional hangout, drink, or the getting together for the long-awaited pavement reunion in central park but journeys in and of themselves. you and your friends evolve separately but together you grow, contributing to each other’s lives, even if the hierarchy changes with time. that is why we cannot take the other person’s attention for granted and must care to regularly maintain it. if you fail to and it is still going, the other party is working double time to keep it alive, a discrepancy that must be addressed in order to see what is on the other side and one i wanted to prevent by hosting these wednesday night dinners.

    the result is yours to judge below…

    see? i think it would probably have been more fun had i not urged subject matter… what do you think? actually i answered my own question making our second dinner a silent one, at least on film, when michelin-starred chef michel bras came to visit…

    should we have more of these? you tell me. in the meantime, have a fattening week!