NOW AT THE TABLE:
The way we all sit down at the table is too often a sign of a lack of pleasure.
Obviously, I’m not talking about fine dining here, nor about the cuisine of special occasions; I’m talking about everyday dining,
the kind that allows us to live more or less well, the ever-repeated gesture that must be carefully planned to feel good.
I’ll spare you my thoughts about the contents of our plates; not that I lack them, but that it’s not my job.
In another life, I became interested in the contents of a collection of tableware.
But ultimately, it’s the wrought iron table legs that have survived all the twists and turns of our history: high tables, low tables, console tables, etc., that’s where our singularity flourishes now.
HIGH TABLE LEGS:
COFFEE TABLE LEGS:
CONSOLES:
