Apple unveiled iOS 7 this morning, including a dramatic redesign that left many designers gobsmacked. I’m sure I could nitpick this update to death, bemoaning its rough edges and proclaiming it a step backward. But that would be shortsighted.
Firstly (and most importantly), I haven’t used it yet. I’m excited to. Design is more than veneer, right?
Secondly, I used to think this dock looked amazing:
This calls the trustworthiness of my knee-jerk reactions into question. I’ll give Jony Ive and his team the benefit of the doubt.
Some great points from Cap Watkins:
We asked for a revolution and were delivered one which, all complexities considered, amounts to more than any one of our best first launches.
And also from Frank Chimero:
It’s worth remembering that Ive took over Human Interface only 7 months ago, and they redesigned the whole phone in that time. Straight up: seven months is a ridiculous deadline.
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit – all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices