Objects, Part 2: Tara Suan

This is my chair in the first office I use at work. I used to conduct all my design research sessions here and decorated the shelf so it would not look so sad behind me. I have adjusted my desk height so that I can sit with my feet flat on the ground. I’ve also rotated the armrests 180 degrees so they point backward. I hate armrests, I think they are pointless on office chairs and just get in the way of the table when I’m trying to type.

 

This is the office chair in my second office space. I recently commandeered this office because I needed a quieter space to conduct my sessions. I am on a weekly cadence which means I conduct a study every week and it is killing me. Note that this chair (which I scavenged from a deserted office space)  also has armrests rotated 180 degrees backward and that for some reason its armrests are all scuffed like that. Why?

 

This is Big Boss’s office space. You can tell she is the Big Boss because of the number of chairs in her office.

 

 

 

This is a seat aboard Bus 245, which picks me up outside my condo and drops me off on campus – Microsoft and Bellevue are intertwined. Its a great bus except that the schedule doesn’t know when it is going to be late. It knows the bus is late when it doesn’t show up when its supposed to. That’s not helpful.

 

 

This is the counter height dining chair that is used as a bedstand in the room where I stay here in Bellevue. I wish it were the chair I use to study in, which is just below this one.

 

 

 

 

This is the chair I use to study. It’s the only chair I have here. I could buy a new chair but what would be the point since the table I use for a desk is a plastic utility table?  I rest my case.

 

 

 

 

This is one of the chairs for my dining table back in good old Brooklyn. The table and chairs are of a nice generic Danish modern design. I reupholstered these chairs with Knoll fabric. There is a Knoll store in NYC and I spent hours looking at fabric swatches. This fabric is gorgeous, and it can withstand 1 million Wyzenbeek rubs. What, you don’t think so?

 

 

This is a loveseat my mother bought 40 years ago from a store in crazy rich Atherton, CA. It is cushioned in down and is totally useless for sitting on. The Asiatic print of the fabric is very appealing. It connotes privilege and fancy and is beloved by my mother and me. It’s possible we love it because the other loves it too.

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