I met a friend this evening for a bottle of wine. I met her through mutual friends shortly after settling here in South Devon, and we bonded over our appreciation of sequin disco pants and cashmere (not a luxury, a UTILITY item here in South Devon. If you don’t believe me, come and stand on the beach and tell me if it’s cold or not). I couldn’t resist casually dropping in my recent eBay find, which soooooort of developed into a looong google aided presentation on various Artek chairs through the decades. Luckily my friend gets it. This SHIT MATTERS.
I scored a vintage Artek 60 stool on eBay and when it arrived, I couldn’t believe I had never owned one before. It’s one of the defining designs of my childhood, the ubiquitous stool – literally it was everywhere when I was growing up: schools, libraries, offices, homes. EVERYWHERE. I love this, it’s so not an elite piece of designer furniture, it’s as attached to Finnish butts as the heritage Black Horse polyester long johns.
It is one of the most versatile pieces of furniture I have ever known, and I will be featuring photos of my artek 60 in its various disguises over the next months. Hello old friend, nice to have you back.