We have been eyeing this fabulous armchair for over five years, and finally, it is ours. I cannot believe it. I cannot grasp the fact that I get to have this beautiful, beautiful piece of furniture in my own home. Every morning when I walk into our living room I am startled by the sight of it. I adore graphic lines, and this armchair achieves the graphic aesthetic and yet it is comfortable and soft. It holds my back gently as I sit in it. It makes me feel safe. I am so in awe of it and so happy I get to share my daily life with this new member of our home.
I decided to name this post the object’s name. This is the name it has been given by its maker though the name of an object nor its maker never comes first for me. I do not desire a thing, an object, a piece because of the name it bears, the tag it holds, or the signature in the bottom right corner. The object itself comes first, its brilliance, the idea it presents, the thought someone thought many years ago and materialized, made it into a physical representation. The lines, shapes, colors and materials, the contrasts and contradictions, the coherence and complementary properties of them. This is what intrigues me. This is what draws me in, what I adore with design.