Post by Grubb.
When I grew up in Chicago in the early fifties my parents outfitted our apartment with Danish modern furniture. Spare two piece curved blond wood chairs held together by tubular steel, kidney shaped blond wood coffee tables, a long canvas stretched lounge chair that rocked on wooden runners, and a simple easy chair with a tall curved back and wide spatulate armrests that looked like an outer space throne for a Danish astronaut in a Roger Corman movie. So I was jazzed to roam the wings of The Danish Design Museum.
The first exhibit was made up of a speculations about future design, viz. “Would you allow biotech to take over bodily functions for your body?” “Can algorithms better determine our sexuality than we can?” “Will your house read your feelings?” “Would you like to book your death using an app?”
Then there were rooms filled with clothing designs.
And, of course, furniture, Danish modern and otherwise.
Very similar to the barwa chair I grew up with.
Classic Danish modern with padding.
A chair to keep students from falling asleep
