It’s impossible to believe, but at one point, these chairs were like two perfect plums. We first discovered them in NYC’s Chelsea Flea Market, one cold Sunday morning, in the early ’90s when my husband (then boyfriend) and I were recovering from a live Jane’s Addiction hangover. The flea market was a place you wandered through when you had nothing better to do and little energy to do it. We couldn’t believe we discovered these Knoll knock-offs and that they could be ours for 200 bucks. They were groovy, urbane, and they epitomized who we wanted to be.
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