“Did you just say we have to be back in ten minutes?” the Italian journalist next to me asked. “You should have brought your running shoes!” our guide snapped back in jest. It was one of those typical Dutch Design Week international press tour moments that I have not only learned to appreciate, but love as well. For design writers like me, the DDW international press tour is a two-day all-you-can-eat three-star buffet that you have to chow down in record speed. This year’s visit to Piet Hein Eek was no exception and so the moment I could, I ran up to the showroom and moved through the place like a whirling dervish with a camera. I looked for a good place to take a photo, removed all visible price tags from the furniture and then contorted my body in every way I could until I found *just* the right position. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.
One trick I have learned the hard way, is to prevent anything or anyone from interrupting you. Right after I took the photo you see here, some guy walked up to me and asked if I was from the press. “There is a beautiful installation downstairs that I can show you!” he offered gently. “Sorry, no time!” was all the reply I could muster. Looking back, I really should have moved that copper lamp to the right just a little bit so that it doesn’t touch the dining room table. Oh well!
Waste Waste is the name of this series. Lovely, don’t you think? Still, I had very little time to waste waste myself and so I quickly moved on.
This vintage Herman Miller mobile desk would be totally wrong for my place, but I can still appreciate the colors. And at 2,000 euro’s it wasn’t as expensive as I thought.
Would you spend 950 euro’s on a rusty kitchen with creaky doors? You would if you saw it at Pien Hein Eek!
Forget the 9,850 euro RAG table – because what is it my eye beholds from afar? Three long shiny objects with elegant curls and bright colors! Must. Go. There. Now.
This is so right it’s not even funny anymore. I’m pretty sure the wooden sofa and club chairs are highly uncomfortable to sit on after five minutes. But who cares if you have not one, not two but THREE Old Lampshade Lamps to look at in awe as you slowly lose all feeling in your ass.
I longer how long I would have to walk the streets for three 1,235 euro pendant lamps. Anyone?