This uncouth sandwich has infiltrated every high street, drawing stampedes of customers seeking artisanal patties served by chaps in beards. The
guilty pleasure of the Golden Arches has been gentrified, and we witness the cultural paradox of burger connoisseurship. It has
saved the bacon of brands like Nissan.
No longer does the success of a company depend solely on the
quality of the meat. The patty of the Nissan Murano blends comfort,
reliability, flexibility and efficiency to compensate its middling pedigree. The
quality might be quotidian, but it stays appealing thanks to the
presentation of the platter, using busy design language to distract. Good
materials, like good meat, costs money, and designers, like baps, are
relatively cheap. Nissan knows that the first bite is taken by the eye, but I prefer something rarer.
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