It is a fact proved beyond all doubt that everything goes through an absurdly naff phase while on its way to becoming a classic.
All right, it hasn’t been proved at all; it’s my opinion, but hey, 2017 is just as post-truth as 2016, so I’m presenting it as fact on the basis of overwhelming empirical evidence. Or some evidence, anyway, hand-picked by me, to support my argument.
Take Brutalist architecture, those concrete-dominated edifices in urban areas, largely of the 1960s. Lots of people liked Brutalism when it was new, although it’s worth pointing out that quite a few people didn’t, too. So when, after a while, mostly in the 1980s and 1990s, those who weren’t entirely convinced by it in the first place started to complain about the crumbling concrete and how much more friendly things would look with, say, a glass or mock Tudor frontage, the writing for some Brutalism was on the cold, sometimes damp-stained and often graffiti-covered walls. So off theses places went, knocked to the ground. The Tricorn Centre in Portsmouth; that car park in Gateshead off of Get Carter.