THE FASTER LANE / TYLER BRÛLÉ
See the light
On Thursday Monocle’s annual Quality of Life issue will be arriving on newsstands and sliding through letterboxes. (Note to postal staff: please handle with care as this issue is a little chunkier than usual.) It’s landing just in time for the start of holidays, longer-haul flights and earlier escapes from the office. With our annual ranking of cities at its core, we’ve rejigged our metrics and approach to assessing the urban environment. Along with the usual benchmarks around education, security, global connectivity and green space, we’ve also taken a view on how liberal cities were during lockdown and also looked ahead to gauge how they might fare as measures are relaxed and borders reopened.
When I cracked the spine of an early copy that landed in Zürich on Tuesday morning I was feeling good about the issue: happy cover, gentle pace and a good line-up of advertisers. (Just in case you’ve been worried about the state of the printed word, I’m happy to report that our summer issue has the highest ad revenue in five years – a very good sign that budgets are bouncing back and that there’s a confident streak in the market.)
Back home I had dinner and, as the sun dipped, I wandered down to the little park near my apartment for a dip. As the temperature was hovering just below 30C, there were a few locals still stretched out on the grass. Towels, Birkenstocks, hats, house keys and phones were all neatly stacked here and there on the concrete swimming deck by owners who were out for their ritual, pre-bedtime swims. I took the plunge and swam out to a nearby sailboat, then made my way back to the deck. As others dried off and picnics were packed away, I felt a little uneasy. It wasn’t water in the ear or a post-dinner cramp but it was definitely something physical. What was it? I glanced around. At the far end of the lake the sky was pinky amber and in the other direction, towards the Alps, there was the makings of a storm. Could it be a change in pressure? I pulled my T-shirt over my head and when the collar dipped below my nose, it hit me.
It was the light coming from a post near the water’s edge. I gazed up to the source, turned around to look at the lights along the road and then squinted upwards again. The lights had been changed. Where once there was a warm and welcoming yellow glow, a panel of blinding LEDs were now beaming down to ensure that all passersby get a good look at anyone who might be peeling off for a late-night dip. I walked closer to inspect further and, as I had to shield my eyes to look at the arrangement, I had to wonder whether this was a missed metric. Quality of light as a key factor in quality of life? How was this cold, hard lighting setup an improvement on what was warm and welcoming before. Yes, yes, I’m sure that it’s much more energy efficient but is this really the best the community could do? Was it not possible for the supplier to offer something more glowing and also fitting? And what about the insects and birds? And the obliterated night sky?
In a week when China could send three astronauts to a new space station in the heavens, how is it that we can’t come up with lighting systems for communities, offices and residences that aren’t just focused on cooling the planet but also enhance our mood and don’t make us feel as though we’re under surveillance or being interrogated by Mossad? Time for civic leaders, the people at Philips and Osram, and restaurant and hotel managers to pick up a copy of Junichirō Tanizaki’s In Praise of Shadows and embrace the subtle and serene. Failing that, dimmers on everything.