Finally, I have a name for all the crap “design” that is launched anew everyday.
From Anna Bates’s excellent article, Blowing Smoke Up Your Arse, on the RCA Critical Writing site:
… “Buckminster Fuller asked this question back in 1947 when he set up fictional company Obnoxico, to criticise those who make money selling worthless objects. The outlet was a faux mail order catalogue, and the star product was a gold cast of a baby’s last worn nappy; a memento of the moment a child is toilet trained, in object form. ‘Somehow or other the theoretical Obnoxico concept has now, twenty-five years later, become a burgeoning reality,’ Fuller reflected in the 1970s. ‘As the banking system pleads for more savings-account deposits (so that they can loan your money out to others at interest plus costs) the Obnoxico industry bleeds off an ever greater percentage of all the perennial savings as they are sentimentally or jokingly spent for acrylic toilet seats with dollar bills cast in the transparent plastic material.’
We live in a world filled with Obnoxico products, accompanied by a marketing industry highly skilled at mass manipulation.” Read the rest here.