We might be a teeny bit biased, after his emotional address at the Albert Hall, but Catherine and I were impressed by the Conran exhibition at the Design Museum last weekend. We'd been feeling under pressure and in serious need of distraction, and left feeling thrilled.
With their skinny welded-rod legs and tiled tops, I wanted to go home with a couple of the 1960s coffee tables tucked under my arm. The aztec-like fabrics launched me back to my childhood, to friends' sofas and curtains, and the chairs, well, he's got a knack for making chairs...
The image above, late 1950s, was so good we bought a postcard. It's up on our wall at home.
I wish i'd bought two so I had the pleasure of sending it to somebody.
