Technopolymer that closes flat when the room needs it gone. Built for the evening that changes its mind.
A backrest that leans before you sit. Upholstered in a colour that argues with the room and wins.
A top that flips and a base that doesn't ask twice. Three heights, one star foot, no excuses.
Short legs, low stance, no apology for taking up space. A chair that sits the way it's named.
Ecothylene® moulded into the shape of the symbol that asked for it to exist in the first place.
The backrest curves in before you do. The cushion arrives after, like a thought added late.
One continuous line in Playwood, more suggestion than chair. It frames sitting without insisting on it.
Cast concrete stacked into rings, like sediment that settled into a table instead of a riverbed.
Something between a map and a mirror. The surface moves. The edge holds. Borrowed from doors that don't open anymore.