Recent Musings. . .

How can you not love lucite?  You can imagine you’re sitting or sleeping in glass, wearing glass, putting your feet up on glass, all the while not worrying about the sound of crashing to the ground or your ensuing screams.  There is something so “Thin Man” about it, elegant, modern, sophisticated and just a little bit bordello-like.  (I love those stores in Chinatown that sell obscene acrylic tables with huge swans holding them up, beaks pointing at your privates.)  It’s so easy to make it tacky, and just as easy to make it beautiful.  That thin line – it seduces all good designers, doesn’t it?