Ever since Venturi et. al. came out with their book Learning From Las Vegas, architects have been well up on signage. Signage became something we do. We stopped thinking buildings themselves had to be signs, and realised they could have signs attached. An in case you don’t know, Learning From Las Vegas, is a shameless ripoff of Tom Wolfe’s The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby, and I’m that someone with a big nose who knows, to quote Morrissey, who knows Tom Wolfe is perhaps the greatest ever architectural writer.
I know though you came not for 80s pop references, but to read my latest grand revelation, and here it is: one third of all directional signs should speak to cyclists. Currently, virtually none do. Signs telling driving where to go block out the sky in some places, yet cyclists are expected to know where there are cyclepaths. In an age when planners are dreaming of one third of all trips being by bike, it strikes me as absurd that as many signs—if you add them all up—tell us where not to cycle, as where we can safely. Right now, signs could go up everywhere, at minimal cost, either to the coffers, or politicians fawning to drivers.