It’s pretty easy to fall in love with Manhattan; everything you could ever dream of seeing, experiencing or purchasing can be found somewhere on this vast island. As a five-day tourist, it was oddly energizing to just explore different neighbourhoods, to take in all the sights, smells (winter is more pleasant than summer in this case), artistic inspiration and culinary offerings that my limited time would allow me. From Soho to Chelsea, East / West, Upper, Mid and Lower, it was almost overwhelming to fathom the sheer magnitude of establishments and dreams crammed into a 23 square mile island, and this definitely wasn’t my first visit either.
To the city that never sleeps, your tireless innovation has left this (unemployed) artist dreaming bigger, mind spinning with ideas, hoping to soon be part of something meaningful.
I should have been an industrial designer. It’s always easy in hindsight to map out how things should occurred, and I somehow regret not enrolling in the industrial design program, but for now, my inspiration and guilty pleasure will remain in the realm of chairs. Yes, chairs. There is something about the functionality, comfort, necessity and the aesthetic of a chair that sums up the quintessential item for design and innovation. From Mies van der Rohe to Le Corbusier, to Gehry, Breuer and Eames, whenever I see an original (or even reproduction for that matter), my heart starts pumping like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
When I discovered the radiator chair, neatly tucked away in the corner of an Anthropologie store in Soho, NYC, I immediately fell in love. True, the comfort level is definitely lacking, but the sheer amount of creativity required to conceive and produce this piece is commendable. If money weren’t an issue, which thankfully it is, or else I probably would have turned my home into a small shrine with all of my favorite pieces.
Some girls go crazy over shoes, I drool over chairs.