Saturday, November 14, 2009

AT SALONE: OCLOCK



If you’re the type of person who’s always forgetting to strap on a watch, then Anthony Duffeleer’s Oclock is just the thing for you. No more digging in your pants pockets or purse to retrieve your iphone in order to check the time; simply invest in one Oclock, and your search will be over—forever.

This massive clock, with its 120-centimeter face, looms in rooms, a sort of Brobdingnagian specter. Designer Duffeleer admits such: “It is an object that has an almost obtrusive presence in the room. And that’s the idea. Even if the room is otherwise empty, with this clock it is nonetheless full.” It all sounds a bit philosophical, to be sure. The Oclock reminds us of our true size in the world. It’s a reality check, a perpetual warning to rein in our egos, so we can’t exactly go outgrowing our hats. Those hats that our egos might have swollen are surely bowler hats in Duffeleer’s world—topping Margritte-esque characters walking about too purposefully. Eerily present when illuminated, the Oclock can cast a white or green glow, depending on its plastic cover. And, like an apparition, the Oclock is phantom-like in weight due to its production process: rotation casting takes plastic powder in a mold and heats it in an oven while rotating, making the plastic stick to the wall as it takes on its final shape. The unexpected lightness adds to the clock’s strangeness. While we might expect to struggle with its weight, we could find ourselves unbalanced; it’s sort of the same feeling when descending stairs in the dark and expecting to drop one more step only to unexpectedly meet with the ground.

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