Allow us to present you with an argument that Downtown in New York in the 1980s was a true pinnacle of American design culture. The version of it that is most familiar — Basquiat, Haring, Warhol, etc. — is, gloriously, just the cherry on top.
In décor and ‘design’ terms, the most spectacular times are not ones of honed and committed aesthetic — much as modernism of the mid-century endures (relentlessly), for example — but times of deliciously mixed, clashing, alchemistic cacophony. It’s fast, it’s radical, it’s imperfect, it’s the collective “us” dropping our rules and trying to work out something new. And isn’t that the best way a life can be led? (Yes!) It is certainly, we posit, the very best way to approach matters of the physical environment and so-called ‘taste’.
We return now to New York of the 1980s, when the city was pumped full indulgent power-hungry Yuppies, who venn diagram with a radical arts and design scene both (a) physically (we shall focus on Downtown, one such pocket), and (b) spiritually, in a driving forward motion towards... right now.
Downtown New York was a crucible of rapid experimentation where the roots of today’s décor tendencies were, in some significant part, forged. It was a scene in which designers, artists, restaurateurs, shopkeepers pummelled formality, thumbed their noses at the establishment (even as they became a part of it), and operated “with style, not ‘in a style’”. (We shall attribute this crucial quote momentarily.)