…should never be seen, goes the old fashion adage. But the nation’s publicans, restaurateurs and hoteliers think it makes their venues look funky. It doesn’t
With its garish green glow and cheery Oz name, the Billabong chain’s unsubtle message is ‘come banter with happy-go- lucky Aussies’ but it’s actually just the same old faces playing the ‘Deal Or No Deal’ fruit machine.
Say it isn’t so. Not Liberty. Not the Liberty, purveyor of overpriced scarves to ladies of a certain age. William Morris will be spinning in his Arts and Crafts coffin.
Aimless bad lighting
Why use lots of fiddly lights when two 7kW xenon searchlights in the basement will do? Also useful for spotting enemy aircraft formations.
How would you like to sip your green pint with your green mates? Thought not. This luminaire arrangement at the Trafalgar in Tooting, south London, is known in the trade as ‘the Colditz’
Crowne Plaza Cromwell Road
Why pay lighting designers with their poncy talk of ‘sympathy for the street space’ when you can do something just as good yourself with SON packs and blue HID lamps? The Crowne Plaza on Cromwell Road sets out to give Mark Major sleepless nights.
Stop. Doing. This. Now. You make the best pizzas in Soho. Let people find you because of your reputation for dough- based meals and not the two sad green lights clamped grimly to your façade.
15 February 2011
It’s London, the early hours of a Saturday morning, and it’s deserted. So why are all the lights burning brightly? A special Lux magazine ‘black ops’ team finds out who practises what they preach about energy
04 October 2011
Repeat after us: lights are to see in the dark. They are not to demonstrate your incompetence with controls (we’re looking at you, Network Rail)