In the end, Ponti may be excused for becoming a bit of a parody of himself, an almost desperate workaholic, with fingers in as many pies as was humanly possible. He epitomized the Italian way, which was and largely still is to draw no artificial distinction between, art, architecture and design. And he might be said to have ushered in a design revolution - that whole post-war Italian lifestyle thing - that has only now, after all this time, finally taken over Britain. For sure there’s a lot more to Ponti than the froth on a cappuchino. But will this exhibition help to put him up there with heavyweights Corb and Wright? Not a chance. He did too much, you see. He should have edited himself more.