Memphis Group
Good taste is the enemy of design. Let everything clash.
In December 1980, in Milan, the seventy-year-old architect and designer Ettore Sottsass — already legendary for his work at Olivetti, including the cherry-red Valentine typewriter — gathered a group of younger designers at his apartment. They had spent the evening listening to Bob Dylan's Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again on repeat. By the end of the night, they had a name for the collective they were forming: Memphis. The next year, in September 1981, they launched their first collection at the Milan Furniture Fair. The response was immediate and bewildered. Some critics declared it the most exciting design event of the decade. Others called it a joke.
Memphis was a frontal assault on the dominant design philosophy of the 1970s — which was, broadly, late modernism: clean, restrained, functional, in monochrome or muted color, descended from Bauhaus and Swiss design. Memphis answered with violently clashing patterns, primary and pastel colors used together, plastic laminate decorated with squiggles and dots, asymmetric forms that referenced nothing in particular — Egyptian temples, 1950s American diners, African textiles, suburban kitsch. A Memphis bookshelf might be electric pink with green plastic-laminate squiggles on yellow legs. A Memphis chair might have one armrest higher than the other for no functional reason. The objects were difficult to live with. That was largely the point.
The philosophical claim was serious. Sottsass argued that modernism had become a new orthodoxy — a discipline of taste that pretended to be universal but was actually narrow, repressive, and exclusive. The "good design" of the 1970s — Dieter Rams, Knoll, Herman Miller — was beautiful, but it had become a uniform of bourgeois respectability, signaling refinement and competence, not joy or surprise. Memphis proposed that design should provoke, delight, confuse, and speak — that an object could carry meaning, emotion, even narrative, the way a sentence or a painting could. The job of the designer was not to make things invisible. It was to make things eloquent.
The movement was short-lived as a formal collective — Sottsass left in 1985, the group dissolved by 1987. But its visual and conceptual influence has been continuous and is currently in one of its periodic peaks. The 1980s graphic design that emerged from Memphis (everything you associate with that decade — the squiggles, the splatters, the clashing colors of Saved by the Bell title sequences and corporate brochures alike) was the first wave. The 1990s rejection of Memphis ushered in another modernist orthodoxy (grunge typography giving way to the clean serifs and sans-serifs of the late 1990s). The 2010s rediscovery — through Camille Walala's London murals, the rise of "post-internet" art, brands like Glossier and Mansur Gavriel in their playful phases — was the second wave. Anti-Design and Maximalism in contemporary digital design are, almost without exception, Memphis grandchildren.
What Memphis established, and what its descendants continue to demonstrate, is that there are recurring moments when design culture grows too disciplined and too uniform, and the corrective is loudness, playfulness, and the rejection of received taste. Memphis is the movement that gives every later generation permission to be ugly on purpose.