The love affair with graffiti continues

It turns out a lot of people are fascinated by graffiti in bathrooms. I wonder how many pictures are taken every day of subversive art on the walls of stalls. I try to always have my camera or phone with me when I go.

The topic of graffiti came up again for me recently, in regard to urban violence and crime. There is something about finding graffiti on the walls of a public bathroom that suggests the establishment doesn't pay particular attention to the upkeep, or that they can't enforce rules prohibiting defacing property. Tags are sometimes considered to be territorial markings of gangs, and the question remains about whether graffiti as "art" should be treated the same as, and removed along with profanity and offensive slogans. Banksy has really problematized this debate by making graffiti and other public art installations both aesthetic and political.

Returning to the bathroom graffiti, I think it has become more complicated. I do not feel that graffiti automatically suggests I am in an unsafe establishment. These days, having graffiti in the bathrooms is as much a fashion statement.

Here's a new addition, a nerdy little character that tickled me. This bathroom was in New York City.

And I also recently discovered the Bathroom Graffiti Project, documenting graffiti to create an archive of the world's toilets. Check them out here.

I wonder if bathrooms will ever integrate rolling display technology into their bathroom design, perhaps including an interface in which you can draw new graffiti. Why not make this into a community art project--seeing as its happening already. We could open up the forums through which to produce graffitiart, and see what we get when we mount it in the bathroom.

(Not Always So Distant) History of The Toilet

Sam Biddle's account of the history of the toilet was interesting, though I found myself more impressed by how many playful euphemisms he managed to find for the toilet itself and the act of flushing it.

The Long, Unglamorous History of the Toilet

Nobody is entirely sure who first had the privilege of sitting on a toilet. Evidence of advanced plumbing systems in the ancient world abounds, but it's a strange, meandering path from antiquity to checking your inbox on the can.

Ancient cultures were surprisingly adept at moving water around in a way that kept people from having to walk through pools of their own feces. (That was really more of a Medieval European thing.) Cultures as far back as 3000 BC were flushing away their problems—so who you callin' primitive? Members of the Harrappa civilization in what is now India had toilets in their homes that drained into subterranean clay chambers. The residents of Skara Brae, a 31st century BC settlement in what's now Scotland, were even clever enough to use a draining system that exploited a nearby river to automatically sweep out their dirty business.

Fast forward a few thousand years, and the Romans were at the forefront of whooshing away waste. Massive aqueducts—engineering feats in themselves—brought massive volumes of fresh water into Roman cities. Rome's famed public baths were well stocked with urinal-style toilets that drained into its meticulous sewage system—though private commodes were a rarity reserved for elites.

With the fall of the Roman Empire, the rudimentary latrine (and notions of public sanitation) were widely lost in the west. If being chased down by roaming Visigoths was the worst thing that happened to you on a given day, at least you didn't step in an open cesspool or have a chamberpot emptied on your head from above. At that point, the highest end of the defecation spectrum was the use of ornamental chamber pots, disguised to look like a stack of books or decorative box. But the basic bedpan-deposit remained the status quo—a decidedly low-tech approach.

So who ended the stinky terror of the Dark Ages? Many historians believe credit is due to John Harrington, godson of Queen Elizabeth I. Harrington, a notorious royal troublemaker, published a satirical pamphlet in 1596 that served as both a social critique against his peers and a detailed instruction manual for the assembly of the first flush toilet. Talented guy! Harrington's toilet (found only in a few royal homes) included a mechanical valve to seal off the toilet, as well as a tank of water to flush it—basic components still used in our modern thrones. It wasn't until a couple of hundred years later, in 1775, that the first patent for the flushing toilet was granted to Scottish inventor Alexander Cummings. Cumming's coup was the addition of a constant pool of water in the toilet, so as to suppress, um, really, really bad smells.

From here, the toilet's path is a gradual mixture of small innovations—no great leap forward to the john we all know so dearly now. 18th century inventors refined the flushing mechanism and flow of water, with their 19th century successors adding better drainage and valves that (thankfully) leaked less. English plumber Thomas Crapper—a coincidence, I promise—did much to popularized the private flushing toilet in Europe, leading many to falsely believe he invented it. The only great toilet innovation of the 20th was that of integrating the water tank into the seat itself, rather than attaching it to a wall. Beyond that, a hundred years of slight tinkering haven't advanced the basic design beyond this point.

So where's the toilet heading? It's hard to say they're progressing much farther than where they are now—unless you consider lavish design concepts and Twitter integration progress. And frankly, if I have to choose between the Dark Ages and an era when people are tweeting their poop, I might choose the former.

On the other hand, it's possible all these centuries of development have been leading us astray. While it's unimaginable for most of us to think about doing anything other than sitting on a toilet, Slate investigates a growing body of research shows that the squatters of the Dark Ages (and, oh yeah, the 1.2 billion forgotten people too poor to own a toilet) are pooping the way we were meant to. And us upright snobs, auto-tweeting our flushes? We're possibly doing our bodies harm. Some scientists believe that merely sitting on the toilet bends our innards in a way we were never meant to be while relieving ourselves, leading to hemorrhoids, and other gastrointestinal maladies.

To make the experience more palatable for those of who find the idea of squatting over a toilet sort of, well, gross, a budding market of toilet adapters—including the wonderfully euphemistic "Lillipad"—has popped up to help us poop better. Squatting proselytizer Jonathan Isbit has patented his own approach, after returning from a meditation tour with an enlightened perspective on the toilet. Isbit hopes his "Nature's Platform," crafted from powder coated steel tubes, will "convert the Western world back to the natural squatting position."

So perhaps 4,000 years of inventing have just led us back where we began. Regardless of your stance (har!) on the matter, the toilet remains an object of both continuous invisibility (what else could we take more for granted?) and consistent tinkering. Most of us are just happy to be done with it and have a chance to play Angry Birds for ten minutes, but perhaps we'll live to see the next evolution of the humble toilet.

Check out the original post here.

Squatting, eh? That reminds me an awful lot of the pit latrines I had the privilege of squatting over in East Africa... Not EVERYONE in this world is now tweeting on the crapper. But I suppose most of the readers of this page fit into that category. In any case, on an exciting historical note, I did see a water closet in Zanzibar, of all places! Ever wondered what why the toilet it called W.C.? It's a water closet, silly. And the Sultan of Oman had one in his palace, I believe.


The beauty of this is that you do your business into the porcelain bowl, and then yse a little of the water stored in the tank above to "flush" then when you close it, the delightful mixture of water and waste is stored lower down in a removable tank, that presumably your servants can empty! genius. Take that, Toto! Who needs rear and front cleansing when you have a servant!

Another amusing revelation from the article: Britain is, as I've always suspected, still stuck in the last century as far as design. Biddle writes, "The only great toilet innovation of the 20th was that of integrating the water tank into the seat itself, rather than attaching it to a wall. Beyond that, a hundred years of slight tinkering haven't advanced the basic design beyond this point."


Yes, in England, you'll often still find toilets with the flush handle high up, attached to the tank near the ceiling. All of the toilets at my primary school were of this design.
As with this specimen, seen and used in Canterburry, Kent, the tank might be sneakily disguised as lost storage space up above, with a delightful chain for the pulling.

Nostalgia

Why shouldn't the decor in the bathroom make you giggle?

This neighborhood cafe in Bermondsey, London reminds me why I like surprising decor. You go into the powder room for a purpose, but it's always nice to feel like you got something extra.

In this particular toilet, it's Samantha Fox and Patrick Swayze: epic heroes from the embarrassing past of fashion and photography.


And then, if you look closely, there's another added bonus to make you feel like you've strolled down memory lane:
Who wouldn't want to see a boyband throwback you probably used to have a crush on, while going to the toilet? But then again, does no one else feel slightly disrespectful doing their business while these polished celebrities literaly stare out at them in desperate flirtatious poses? It's almost like having an audience for an activity we feel should be very private.

So Happy Together: Hot and Cold Taps

Let's talk about bad design.

Brief rant: I feel so strongly that when you wash your hands in the bathroom, you should be able to ensure a reasonable temperature. If as a sink designer, and your aim is to do that, then you would not be doing yourself a favor by separating the tap that provides hot from the tap that provide cold. Nevertheless, that is the standard situation in England. You have to turn to separate taps, and then the hot water is boiling, and the cold water is freezing. So you end up cupping your hands and wiggling wildly in discomfort as you alternate between burning your hands and freezing your fingers.

Why? Well, it has been explained to me that historically you were supposed to plug up the sink and fill it with a mixture of hot and cold, thereby creating the perfect temperature in the standing water. But firstly, who has the time to do that? Secondly, how do we overcome the grossness factor when we're using a public toilet. We don't want to wash our hands with the scum from the last person's hand-washing activities that are all over the sink bowl. I have clearly thought about it a lot. But, I think it is a deeply flawed design. And I urge sink designers to reconsider.

Advice, Ideas and Identity in Graffiti

I was sitting on the thrown reading the graffiti in a cafe on Valencia in San Francisco, and I was struck with amusement, enjoying the little nuggets of advice people had written. I was tickled by the importance of these sentences, their authors must have felt so strongly about them and so I dove in.



First I read a bit of light advice, "stay classy San Fran" next, the slightly bolder, "Eat an 8th of mushrooms with a close friend in a safe environment. Really."



And then, "go back to Europe." I suddenly thought, what is this? Is this a slur against immigrants? I prefer to assume not. Is this some sort of message for me to go back to Europe. I just came from Europe...

Obviously, this person didn't have me in mind. And yet I feel certain we have a psychological tendency to interpret things as applicable and relative to ourselves. But when it comes to open-ended advice that strangers write in bathrooms, what are the odds that someone will read it and feel like it was written precisely for them, precisely at that time? What are the odds that someone will suddenly be swayed by this guerrilla advice-giving technique from an unidentified stranger?



Looking at everything on the door I noticed that one person had tagged the door many, many times and I thought about what this person was trying to achieve by writing their name over and over. Is there a sense of ownership that comes out of tagging? Or is it an attempt to assert one's existence, a meager act of rebellion against our inevitable mortality by indelibly recording one's name in this public, subversive way? And to add to it all, tagging is also relatively anonymous. This person must not be searching for any public recognition. This fascinated me briefly. And then I stepped out of the toilet and went on with my day.

Graffiti-art in Bathrooms

I always wonder about toilets with graffiti-art all over the walls. How was this look achieved? Is this something one member of staff did to encourage customers, who then progressively went wild all over the walls, fixtures, doors, rubbish receptacles and even the toilet seat itself?

Or is it all staged? I wonder sometimes.






These were taken at a pub near Harvard Square in Cambridge, MA.

Spread Eagle, Shoreditch

There are no words to describe the genius that made this urinal. I was so excited by it, I might have wet my pants with delight.




























Needless to say, I think this bar was more interested in men's experience in the toilet. I think the decor choices in the women's (seen here) were rather weak sauce.

Chelsea Stadium

If I'm going to go to a Chelsea football game, then the toilet had better have visual cues to remind me that I am, in fact, still at the Chelsea stadium. Otherwise, I might just forget in my drunken excitable state.
















So! Do not fear! They have inserted soap dispensers with so much spirit, the threaten to knock my socks off as I try to steal one and take it home. To no avail, of course. I'll have to make do with a photograph.

Paying Homage to Crapper

Here's a man who has had a huge impact on our contemporary culture: Thomas Crapper, the best promoter of the flushing toilet.

I love the BBC for having this video in honor of the 100th anniversary of his death, last week.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8481283.stm

Hellish Hetero Club Toilets

If you know me you can guess the tirade I'm about to jump into. So, here's the abridged version.

Certain nightclubs, ones with widely presumed wealthy clientele looking for casual, often predatory sex and superficial thrills in the form of women cheaply displaying themselves for the male gaze, disgust me.

I don't often find myself in such situations, but every once in a while it happens. At one such club in South Kensington, Amika, I ran for refuge in the toilet to avoid being grabbed and oggled or ramming accidentally into one of the low tables decked out with overpriced alcohol in plastic lit up wells. And that's really where the feminist rant begins.

Women in the bathrooms, already caked in foundation were applying mascara to tarantula eyelashes, redoing their eye liner so that it looked like the paint along the side of a road. Collagen-inspired lips and industrial back-combed hair invaded the space, in stark contrast to the skin-tight leggings and sparkly sequined boob tubes that adorned their essentially bare bodies. This was not a happy place. Women did not converse with each other, or if they did it was on the topic of makeup and lotions. As if these are the only things women are capable of contemplating. Needless to say, there was an added discomfort in the form of a woman, noticeably not one of the clientele by her relatively conservative dress and lack of face paint, who was squeezing soap into the palms of these barbie dolls and handing them paper to dry off their lotioned limbs. This detail added a whole sense of discomfort for me.

Going to wash my hands, I noticed in the sink a little collection of rocks. As if to suggest that the sink was in fact some natural stream in which these women had come to bathe themselves. This suggestion of nature and natural imagery was just the most comical point in comparison to the worship of artifice that surrounded it along the mirrors. I don't think one woman was wearing a natural material. They were decked out in lycra, nylon, polyester, plastic, and who knows what else was in their war paint.

Who comes here and sees this as leisure? What does it mean that women are engaging in these rituals of reapplication in the bathroom, rather than in public. Do they think anyone out there looks and them and thinks they are naturally this way? I wonder what the men's bathroom looks like? Who's there to give them soap and towels? What lotions do they use? What do they talk about and think about?

And does anyone notice this strange collection of rocks in the sink?