How have magazines and journals shaped Australian design culture? It’s an awkward question in an issue celebrating 30 years of what has been the nation’s only regular magazine about graphic design.
There is much to celebrate about Australian graphic design, and like anywhere else, there is also plenty to criticise. You’ll need a machete however to hack through the dense jungle of flattery to chance upon a rare flower of criticism. Australian industry-focused graphic design publishing (both print and digital) has been automatically laudatory, presenting content context free and unburdened by critical perspectives. And on the other hand, our academic journals are often guilty of the same crimes in inverse – failing to acknowledge a potential audience in ordinary practitioners, burying genuinely important and useful ideas in unnecessarily alienating prose. Has all this stunted the maturity of the national design culture? Has it resulted in a kind of developmentally delayed discipline unable to fulfil its potential, and adequately respond to the serious challenges of economy, society and environment? Why don’t we think and write about design as if people mattered, and as if design mattered to people?
Desktop, as the quaint nostalgia of its moniker suggests, began like most trade mags by offering industry news and practical information about technology and technique – a valid enough mission in pre-internet Australia. There were similarities with U.S. magazines like HOW and Communication Arts, and in the U.K., Computer Arts and Design Week. But in Australia, there was also a lack of alternatives – no Emigre, Eye, or even Creative Review or Print magazines (let alone ventures like Stuart Bailey and Peter Bilak ‘s Dot Dot Dot, or Jonty Valentine and Luke Wood’s NZ magazine, The National Grid). There were few, if any, popular options offering reflective, creative consideration of the deeper themes effecting a rapidly changing discipline.
Several independent, illustration-focused, gallery style magazines such as Deanne Cheuk’s Neomu and Andrew Johnstone’s Empty, as their titles hinted, only ever aimed at surfaces. (In Chinese Chan and Japanese Zen traditions, ‘Mu’ literally means ‘nothingness’ – but more a ‘no-thingness’ that rejects dualistic understanding, and not so much the nothingness of absent contextual and critical content.)