The Tokyo original has more curves, non-standard angles,
texture and fluidity, which is ironic given that it was designed by Omotesando Koffee’s Eiichi
Kunitomo, enlisted due to his own impeccably lined, cubist masterpiece.
Ostensibly, he out-Monocled Tyler. But then, Japan is the muse. With a dash of Nordic governance and pragmatism.
Coffee is procured from East London Kiwi
outfit Allpress, served with Japanese inspired crockery and trays (for sale, naturally),
and is thoroughly Antipodean in execution. Which is to say excellent. Cakes
were baffling – they resembled the oversweet, glacier fruited cakes of
Chinatown, but with real fruit pieces and actually pretty tasty. I look forward
to the full menu, which promises more brunch items and possibly even gin.
The staff are Monocle through and through.
Really, the whole thing is. Whether or not the whole brand proposition is
fanciful and aspirational beyond the stars is beside the point (of course it is,
does the easily attainable sell £6 magazines?), as the delivery here is spot on.
Beyond some less-explored world commentary, bold ideas and voices on contemporary living, and its championing of print media, Monocle will be long remembered as an exquisite case study in branding.
It’s unshakeable, beautiful, consistent, ubiquitous and preposterous. With a blue apron and a perfect beard.
It has shrewdly tapped in to success, vanity, knowledge and frequent flyer status as manifestations of the professional man’s raw competitive streak,
and created something brilliant. I see it for what it is - as both advertising bod and targeted punter, and I admire it even
more.
I've yet to read a more succinctly scribed description of the Monocle brand than this. Bravo!
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