The thing about having Ko as a guest author is that there aren't any rules to the arrangement, so I never know when he's going to pop up. And that invitation he showed you yesterday: that was part of a stationery range for Studio Dumbar that won a D&AD Silver Award in 1981:
Which, ironically, was the very thing that put me in touch with Ko in the first place. And looking at that page again, I wonder what became of the art director, Heleen Tigler Wybrandi? Maybe Ko will tell us.
Anyway, back to buildings, and after three months at IBM I moved two tube stations to the east and to the basement of 16 Gresse Street, and the Presentation Unit of Building Design Partnership. A building that's no longer there.
And I didn't know it at the time, but after three sunny months in Mayfair, things were destined to become somewhat darker as the whole country moved into the winter months. And arranging work schedules and commuting times during the three-day week became something of a struggle. Mirrored, perhaps, by one of the tasks allotted to me as the Junior Designer: I was regularly sent out to buy mounting board from a suppliers in High Holborn (named Kettles, I think). A nice break you'd imagine: well, until I had to face the wind tunnel on the way back that was the street-level effect of Centre Point. And, despite the adherence to the principles of modernism that the Presentation Unit espoused, there were no visits from the likes of Muller-Brockman here. No, the only notable visitor that we had was the developer of Centre Point, Harry Hyams (and, no, he didn't shake my hand).
But there were some lighter moments to relieve the gloom. I recall that, for some reason, I had to buy a single rail ticket back home to Southampton one Friday evening. And at that time, to buy a ticket at Waterloo you had to go to the correct ticket window (they were arranged alphabetically - A to E, that sort of thing - so to buy a ticket to Southampton you had to go to the 'S' window). Anyway, Waterloo was heaving and the queue stretched the whole width of the concourse. Immediately ahead of me in the queue were a middle-aged American couple who, when they eventually reached the window, asked for "two tickets to Stonehenge, please". But that Friday was obviously their lucky night, because the nearest rail station to Stonehenge is Salisbury, which just happens to be served by trains running out of Waterloo.