Amongst the pile of cardboard boxes and disgarded furniture, you’ll never know what you might find. My refinisher, who I have kept secret for so many years, works out of an office furniture warehouse in Brooklyn. He comes across all kinds of pieces for the office, good and bad. But he has a real eye for the good stuff.
His most recent find–these black leather “Le Corbusier” classics–were in amazingly perfect condition. I love it when that happens. The only thing better than the hunt is the find.
