In the wake of two events of the past week, footballer Fabrice Muamba’s cardiac arrest at White Hart Lane and a sprawled cyclist receiving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Kingsland Road, it’s time to get back to basics with Continuing Professional Development.

Thanks to Jenny, our former office manager, we have now identified the person responsible for tagging our Old Street office window… Our once office manager’s missive is timely. As she shuffles between her new son Barney (congrats Jenny!) and her keyboard, to be informed of the author of an informal communication between our office and the street is great. The author/artist obviously takes seriously what he does: this means that we should be sensitive to our surroundings and the signs that we encounter. It  could have been graffiti, a public defacement notice follows close behind, a humble sticker, a joke, an adhesive business card… Every day, as we leave the house, take a bus, a cycle, a walk or a tube,we encounter an Empire Of Signs. Leaving my home I am experience the following signage: 24. 5. Don’t Walk! Cross. 8. Oyster. Upstairs Restricted To Seating Only. “Shoreditch High Street Station Alight Here”. Great Western Street. Old Street. London’s Best Café? I’m Latté for work.

Thanks to Maarten Happaerts!

It is often said that the chair represents the true test of an architect’s capabilities. Mies Van Der Rohe and Lilly Reich designed the seminal Barcelona chair so why try and reinvent the wheel? WHAT_architecture flunked the test by merely giving WHAT_chair a mere Barcelona denim make-over. After all denim is sustainable: some people buy jeans with holes, pre-ripped and slashed. Denim, like leather, is made to weather. Available in indigo denim, stone wash (I once met the ‘inventors’ of StoneWash Denim (Marithe + Francois Girbaud) and, after meeting a super-relaxed art-luxuriant husband+wife couple, thought that one good creative idea can equal a beautiful life editable from that dream which is: instant retirement), with/out copper rivets and triple stitched pockets. And you can put the remote controller in any one of the pockets…

WHAT_office Xmas party: thanks to the wonderful Yan Van Zandt and Captain Bang for the live performances.

There are two events simultaneously occurring in New Zealand this weekend that will drastically affect the country’s immediate future with potentially disastrous outcomes. In the country’s largest city, Auckland, the All Blacks play Les Bleus in the final of the 2011 Rugby World Cup. Meanwhile next to one of the country’s smallest communities, Motiti Island, the Liberian-flagged Greek-owned Filipino-crewed 47,000 tonne cargo ship Rena threatens to dump 1,700 tonnes of oil and other contaminants into the sea having grounded next to the island on Astrolabe reef. The significance of the All Blacks to New Zealanders is all pervasive. For the opening game of the RWC 2011, 1,635,780 people watched live broadcasts of the opening match between Tonga and the All Blacks. This, in a country with a population of just over 4 million! An All Black loss to the French would break-up the team currently ranked best in the world according to the International Rugby Board and most certainly lead to anything but ‘There Is No Depression in New Zealand’. The bigger loss, however, in all senses of the word is not on land but in the sea. The breaking-up of the Rena has now been forecast to happen… but if it doesn’t, well, it could really be deliberately sunk for diving tourism? The massive economic and environmental cost to the country is currently unknown but is likely to dwarf that of hosting the RWC2011. The tournament costs around £155million but generates £140million in ticket sales and leaves the taxpayer with just a £15million deficit. I say ‘just’ because the economic cost of the Rena breaking is currently unknown but oil-clean up operations are catastrophic: they start in the hundreds of millions and end in the billions in whatever currency such is their financial abstraction in terms of multiple 000,000s. Compare these costs then with the paltry maximum fine then imposed on the captain of £5,000, the pathetic Resource Management Act penalty of £300,000 and the insufficient capped insurance of the ship’s owners of £7million with our own office requirements: WHAT_architecture holds £10million cover in Public Liability Insurance! Whatever delusions we hold as architects, are we really likely to destroy the landscape more than a ship owner? In terms of liability, the business of ship owning today operates like a floating sweatshop. The impact of Rena’s black oil on Motiti Island is also on a different level to that of the mainland NZ. For the permanent residents, kaimoana (seafood) from Motiti’s rocky coast is a part of the household larder and now the sea as supermarket has gone. Furthermore all water supplies normally rainwater harvested have been declared toxic so water is now being flown in by helicopter monsoon buckets not just for drinking and cooking but also to wash. The irony is that for the Motiti islanders, and Maori in general, the canoe is beginning of identity. The tracing of whakapapa (genealogy) provides the basis for establishing, enhancing and challenging relationships between individuals and starts with whanau (family) and then onto hapu (community), iwi (regional tribes) and finally leads to waka (canoe), sea-carrying vessels that brought Maori and their supplies from Hawaiiki to New Zealand. That from the sea can also be that which takes it away. Whatever the outcomes, the future will be all black.