Somewhere, as I transitioned from being a proud desktop user with parts scattered around my room, to the being a dedicated laptop user, I forgot how to use a mouse. And today, I embrace the swiftness of the trackpad.
It takes a connoisseur to pay a fortune for a sculpture, but it takes a maniacal boozehound with major ducats to burn to buy one to stash his (or her) liquor.
Furniture doesn’t usually make me want to throw up. But this desk-and-chair set, from designer Nacho Carbonell’s titillating Skin collection, makes me think about the stuff inside me that I don’t like to think about.