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There's a
visual revolution
going on: from buses
to tea boxes, product
packaging is an
awakening art form
in Israel.
Egged red
has given way to
mauve; Wissotzky
yellow is now blood-red;
the smiling Tami
mama is relegated
to quaint nostalgia.
Packaging
is an overlooked
art, but one that
assaults and asserts
everywhere we look.
"Packaging?"
Shalom Bentley laughs.
"Some guy at
a party said to
me, who cares? He
was drinking a can
of Coke, and
I said, what's this?
Ahh, that's not
packaging, he said.
If it's not, I told
him, your drink
would run out all
over the floor.
Who thinks of it?"
Bentley does.
It's his job, at
the semi-governmental
Institute for Advancement
of Packaging and
Design, in Tel Aviv.
"Packaging
is a silent salesman.
It fights for space
and recognition
on the supermarket
shelves, it screams
at you.
"I must
say, Israeli graphics
are better than
ever before. First
class." There's
a good reason, says
the ex-Londoner.
"More imports
are coming in; the
multinationals are
buying Israeli companies,
it's a phenomenon
now. European ideas
are flooding the
country, and the
message to Israelis
is, you've got to
be up to our standards."
Tami used
to be one of the
biggest food producers,
yet they couldn't
be bothered to change
the packaging: that
smiling young mama
- by now she's probably
a grandmother -
beamed benignly
from the most basic
style of printed
carton packaging.
But Tami was swallowed
up by Best Foods,
a multinational,
and joined the revolution.
Like the
old ג€Saturday Night
Liveג€ skit - "We're
AT&T - we don't
have to care"
- the Israeli monopolies
had their day, and
it didn't matter
what they threw
at us, we had
to buy it. But now,
aha, they're jostling
for attention with
foreign and impressive
local brands. They've
been brought down.
"Tnuva's
image has changed;
it's no longer food
from the kibbutz;
Wissotzky is trying
to project a new
image of quality,
and they've opened
tea houses."
There is one interesting
exception: the Elite
cow. It hasn't changed
one iota, and Elite
is emphasizing it
as a stalwart of
old-fashioned Israeli
goodness. With such
a vast array of
chocolates to choose
from nowadays, "You
look for something
new, so you look
for something old,"
says Bentley.
We are so
much more sophisticated,
he stresses. "More
Israelis are traveling
abroad, and they
know what a big,
flashy supermarket
looks like. They
want all their produce
under one roof,
easily accessible,
good to look at,
fresh. We've done
very well to meet
that demand -- especially
because the market
is small. I was
in India a couple
of years ago, where
there's almost a
billion people compared
to our six million,
and the packaging
is still what it
was in England in
the 1950s. They
have no supermarkets."
He shows
me a little container
for Bulgarian cheese
when I ask for examples
of packaging he
admires. "It's
an Israeli idea,
very clever.
The cheese, soaking
in brine, sits in
a little basket,
so you don't have
to fish around for
the pieces."
That's an example
of the stale old
monopolies getting
innovative: the
cheese is Tnuva's,
bearing the Piraeus
label.
"What
do you think of
this?" he asks,
displaying a curvacious
Spring fruit juice
bottle. Not much,
I say. "Yeah,
it's garish, brash.
But clever. It jumps
out at you from
the shelf."
He points out the
genius of the packaging:
the product is covered
with shrink wrap,
but because it's
cello-shaped, the
printing has to
be distorted, because
when it's applied
to the bottle, it
expands in different
widths, which compensates
for the distortion.
Osem has a new tomato
sauce jar with the
same concept.
Most of the
packages in his
storeroom battle
for attention with
ever-wilder color;
amazingly, a plain
old wooden box stands
out by contrast.
"That's the
Katzrin Chardonnay.
Daring to be plain.
The packaging sells
wine as something
traditional, antique.
It says look, I'm
expensive, but good."
Bentley chuckles.
"On this you
don't want shrink
wrap!"
Among his
peeves are milk
bags. "Germany
tried it and didn't
go for it. The only
place it continued
was here. I hate
it. You have to
put it in a special
thing, and you have
to cut it and it
spurts, and spills
over into that holder
and it reeks after
a while. I hate
any packaging where
you have to get
scissors to open
it, and if you can't
be bothered, you
use your teeth,
and you tear too
much, and the product
spills out everywhere.
"And
packaging for things
like chips or nuts:
you don't want to
eat it all in one
go, and you want
to keep it fresh,
but you can't reseal
it." On the
other hand, the
problem with shrink
wrap is you can't
unseal it.
An innovation
we should see here
in the near future
is yet another kind
of Coke bottle,
not long after they
introduced plastic
in the shape of
the classic glass.
"They ran a
competition for
a can to look like
the old bottle.
They succeeded,
it was a big technical
feat."
It might
seem like a gamble
to resist change,
but Coke - like
the Elite cow -
has trained the
eye to notice it.
It doesn't matter
if you miss that
red-and-white swirl
in the soft-drinks
display; you know
it's there. But
then why, I asked
Bentley, did Egged
change its visual
identity by painting
over its classic,
familiar red? "But
that's different,"
he smiles. "You
can't miss a bus."