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In Praise of Competitive Urges*
Nick Foulke
You know it is springtime in London not by the arrival of swallows or the sprouting of blossoms, but by the printing of the annual Sunday Times Rich List. This is a sort of league table for the super rich, a survey of the British wealthscape that decrees who comes out on top. In publishing this list,
The Sunday Times has made the acquisition of extreme wealth into a spectator sport. But being rich
has always been a competitive business.
We live in strange times. On one side the wheels are falling off the world economy① ; food and oil prices are shooting up while property values head in the opposite direction. Yet at the other end of the socioeconomic seesaw, the big issue occupying some intelligent minds this summer is whether their super yacht is big enough.
According to Philippe Lamblin, the CEO of Privatsea②, which sources large boats for people with large bank balances, the threshold for super yacht status used to be 30 meters. Today that is not nearly enough to keep status-obsessed plutocrats from feeling inadequate. Lamblin recalls joining the cruise of one of his clients and putting in at a harbor in the Mediterranean next to someone he knew; the problem was that the boat next to theirs was 55 meters—some 20 meters longer than the one they had been enjoying for a week. As he recalls, “We went aboard for a drink, and after we left, the guy I was with said, ‘You know what? Next year we go bigger’.”
Once upon a time, Aristotle Onassis dazzled the world with the Christina O, which at just under 100 meters was considered a floating palace. But today, no self-respecting aspirationally minded, competitive billionaire would be so easily satisfied. Eclipse, the largest yacht at present, has been reported to be almost 170 meters long.
The thing about luxury goods is that while they may look like boats, cars, wristwatches or works of art, they are, as often as not, scorecards. Up to a certain level of luxury, there is comfort in showing each other that you can keep up, using well-known signfiers (a certain brand of watch, holiday destination, motorcar, etc.). But as merely rich escalates into unspeakably wealthy, people use possessions to set themselves apart from those who wish to be their peers.
And it is for such people that the luxury world has created limited editions. The Aquariva, for instance, at 10 meters and �450,000 makes for a lovely powerboat. However, for those seeking a bit more who were prepared to pay an extra 50,000, a few years ago Riva decided to make 10 special Aquarivas, with a champagne cooler and a leather picnic box. According to Riva, all 10 were sold on the first day of the 2006 Genoa Boat Show③. Riva has learned from this lesson; it is linking up with the classic Mille Miglia car race to make a series of limited-edition Riva boats, the first of which will be auctioned at the rally.
It’s easy to imagine the sense of anticipation as the plutocrats compete to show who can carry off the first limited-edition Rivas. The thrill of a good adversarial auction cannot be overestimated. One London dealer of Russian antiques and artworks told me that he puts his most important pieces up for auction, since Russian collectors find bidding against each other a big part of the fun.
Such over-the-top competition can be traced back to ancient Rome, which invoked laws to tame the excess. But historically those rules were often used to keep the lower classes in their place rather than to rein in the excesses of the elite.
Besides, the rich are an inventive bunch, and were there any attempts to restrict their spending, they would soon figure out how to circumvent them. Indeed, one of the great joys of being really rich is devising new ways in which to communicate one’s success. My favorite example comes from 19th-century New York. In 1864, George Templeton Strong④ noted in his diary that department-store magnate A. T. Stewart had purchased a Fifth Avenue brownstone and decided to demolish it in favor of erecting a white marble palace. “I suppose it will be just ten times as ugly and barbaric as its predecessor,” Strong wrote.
However, Stewart had the last laugh. His New York palace started a frenzy of competitive mansion-building among the late-19th- and early-20th-century rich, who chose to display their fortunes by cramming diverse architectural styles (Renaissance, medieval, any number of Louis, Moorish, you name it) into vast houses along Fifth Avenue and in the resort of Newport⑤. One such Gilded Age hostess, so proud of her “medieval” fortress, was once heard to remark of Blair Castle, a 13th-century house: “It’s not correct. There are a lot of mistakes. My castle is far more authentic!” Fortunately, the competitive foibles of one generation’s billionaires are often eclipsed by those of the next.