Showing posts with label eames. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eames. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Vintage Eames Rocker
Like this rocker, wondering if it is not overdone, or if the vintage fabric makes it a more original idea? Or does the discoloration on the fabric just make it look dirty? Hmmmm
Monday, February 6, 2012
Est Mag
I used to be a design mag addict (Domino anyone?) and I still am, but I don't have to spend an arm and a leg on all of the European Mags I used to get (and the only ones worth looking at anymore!) I can spend that money on local, organic fare for my wee son (gees that stuff is expensive some days) and get my fix for free online. A new discovery for me is Est Magazine. I liked this feature on the Eames classic shell (the DAW chair, who knew?). I spotted the real one right away, but you know I wasn't quite aware exactly why it was real. This was brief, but super informative; also, loved their styling of the Eames chair. Check it all out here.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Kid's room accessories I like


Love this hippo and elephant made from recycled shoes, available at Anthropologie. They are big enough a kid could sit on them, but I wonder if they are sturdy enough.....also a little pricey for a decorative piece for a kid's room. At $298 you might as well save yourself $8 and get the Eames elephant, at least there is an established resale value there.
Friday, October 23, 2009
R.I.P. Eames Chairs

I have owned these chairs for many years, 12 to be exact. I bought them for $100 from an architect I worked with at the time, who lived in Sty Town. My ex and I carried them home six blocks to Alphabet City, on our heads. They are one of the few things I took when we broke up. When I bought the pair the original 1978 orange leather was in perfect shape; but several cats, even more moves, and one baby boy later this is what they look like.
Realizing these were from another part of my life, one that I didn't need anymore, I finally put them up on Craigslist. A lovely young couple came to get them, and I watched them carry them down my stairwell, a chair on each person's head.
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