A Modern Fairy Tale
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A Modern Fairy Tale Contributed by William Earle Deep in the wood, in a very tony neighborhood, there lived three designers; a conceptualist, a green designer and a minimalist. While out together at an opening, their little cottage was visited by fair Goldilocks. Her hybrid having run low of volts, she had knocked upon their door looking [...]
A Modern Fairy Tale
Contributed by William Earle
Deep in the wood, in a very tony neighborhood, there lived three designers; a conceptualist, a green designer and a minimalist. While out together at an opening, their little cottage was visited by fair Goldilocks. Her hybrid having run low of volts, she had knocked upon their door looking for help. Finding no one at home, the precocious Goldi let herself in, and sought out a nibble while she waited for the occupants to return.
The first cupboard she came across belonged to the conceptualist, an assortment of various size and color boxes with drawers all bundled together with straps. “The drawers aren’t even level” she thought. Next she came upon the green designer’s cupboard. “This looks like it was made from an old picnic table” she thought, and when she tried to open the burly, crudely hung door she chipped a nail. Just then she noticed the minimalist cupboard, a sleek silhouette with softly faceted facade. A touch of her hand and the spring loaded solid walnut doors silently parted.
Snack in hand, fair Goldi looked for a place to dine. The conceptualist’s dining table was an odd, asymmetrical affair, the top riddled with bowl-like depressions and the legs three huge fins, leaving no room to pull up a chair. ” I don’t get it” she said. The green table looked just like an old picnic table, suitable enough, but when Goldi tried to slide in she caught and tore her leggings on the salvaged timber. It was then that she spied the minimalist table – it cut a triagular footprint with soft concave sides and a subtle taper from top to bottom, capped with a beautiful glass round. “How elegant” she gasped.
Sated by her soy nut and mineral water, Goldi looked about for a comfortable spot to sit and do some texting. As she strode off toward the green bench which looked, yes, like part of a picnic table, she didn’t even notice the sheets of glass glued together in a rudimentary chair-like configuration by the conceptualist, but she did notice the minimalist settle. The long blue wenge shell with subtly faceted wings was lined with a thin suede pad and floated upon a matrix of highly polished lucite.”Wow” she blurted.
Upon their return, the green designer immediately noticed that someone had attempted to breech his cupboard. “They had no problem getting into my cupboard” said the minimalist. “No one was in my cupboard” said the conceptualist. Spying the scrap of legging still dangling from his dining table the green designer said ” Someone tried to sit at my table”.”Someone did use my table” said the minimalist, fingering a soy nut. “No one sat at my table” sighed the conceptualist.” I can’t tell if anyone tried to sit on my bench” said the green designer. ” I’m sure they didn’t try to sit in my chair” whispered the conceptualist, “or it would be in pieces “. “Someone sat on my settle” said the minimalist, ” and there she is”. Goldilocks had fallen asleep, her head nestled into the faceted wing, i phone in hand and mineral water dropped and dribbling upon the charcoal suede ( no worry, the suede pads are scotch-guarded ).
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