There...that got your attention.
My family and I visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Natural History this weekend to see the early phase of the assemblage of their latest, greatest pile of bones--Tom the Tyranosaurus Rex. Wow! He's going to be something when completed--one of the most complete skeletons of these magnificient monsters yet.
Well, after succumbing to fatigue and hunger from extended hunger to crowds of children delighted by all manner of flesh eating dinosaur, mammal fish, and bird specimens, my son in particular on Cloud 9^10 power, we found our way to the museum cafe for food. In line I sampled my "Italian" sandwich, which looked real but tasted fake.
Shuffling outside to a court yard I was pessimistic about what kind of hideously uncomfortable seating and tables awaited.
I was pleasantly surpised to find some steel frame and pastel colored chairs that were quite pleasing to the eye. They brightened up the sunken geometric, concrete, court yard. Still, I sat in them expecting the worst. I've been seduced by this sort of furniture before, only to find it a modern, or post modern version of a medieval torture rack.
Surprise, surprise! The single piece of plastic that formed the back and seat held me tenderly. Thinking it might be an accidental fit with me, I turned to my exhausted wife and said, "My chair feels pretty comfortable. Does yours?"
Usually my wife rolls her eyes and admonishes me not to start talking about design in such situations, but this time she smiled and said, "Yes, and I kind of like how they look."
This response from my wife was her reserved equivalent to the normal person "This is one the best chairs I have ever sat in and I am surprised, because it is kind of plain and simple."
It also proved to me that the chairs were truly comfortable, because she and I are shaped about as differently as two persons can be...thankfully so I might add.
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Any way, in this crowded food court, I did what any Design Addict would do, I picked up an empty chair next to me and turned it over and began looking for "designed by" and a company mark.
My wife was horrified, of course. And my son rolled his eyes and said, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"
But these two censures did not phase as I was already in search mode and once there I cannot withdraw for anything but threats to life or the latest Kansas basketball scores.
Shortly, I found Carlo Bartoli and Segis. Segis I knew. Bartoli I did not.
The morning after this exercise in public uncouth I jumped on the PC and queried Carlo Bartoli in the DA index and found that he's on the list and done A LOT of work, and some of it I confess I do not like much, but some of it I like a lot. Alas, I did not find pictures of these simple, comfortable chairs of his I liked so much.
But what I did find was an absolutely wonderful door knob, which I have attached an image of, and a question.
Was this door knob an original idea of his this form been used many times and he just did his take of surfaces for it?
The day was a cascade of seredipity...except for Tom the T-Rex whom I had been led to expect.
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