New aircraft, such as the Boeing 787, have electronically dimmable windows with five settings, which can be operated by passengers and crew, but locked in particular settings by the latter. While better than physical shades, these electrochromic smart glass windows still force a rather dim view of the world, both literally and metaphorically.
While it’s debatable whether closing window shades upon cabin crew request is legally “mandatory”, arguing with airline staff at altitude is never a good idea. In my experience, everyone acquiesces and shuts the blinds, even if one or two do so begrudgingly.
Rather than watching various wonderous worldly phenomena and mystifying celestial bodies pass by our window, we’re now forcibly reduced to whatever B-grade movies and series the airline could afford, advertising dressed up as a magazine in the seatback pocket, and whatever books or multimedia we could download or bring in advance, to pass the paradoxically long and dark daytime hours.
In the words of architect, designer, painter, urban planner and writer Le Corbusier, “light renders texture, illuminates surface, and provides sparkle and life”. Airlines have reduced what was once a bright, hopeful and spontaneous hop into a dreary, dark and monotonous trial.
But, really, it’s our fault. Collectively, we’d rather mindlessly stare at glare-free screens, or indeed, close our eyes, than surveil the veritable spectacle on the other side of the glass.
Next time you’re on a long-haul flight, take a look outside, you may see something that changes your world.