Desk

It’s a small desk. Let’s be clear about that. Small enough that it can make you feel like a schoolchild sometimes. But it’s a beautiful desk. The kind of desk a wealthy Danish schoolchild would have. And when it comes down to it, isn’t that what we all want to be? Nubile schoolchildren, living in restrained and tasteful privilege in a socialist wonderland? This is the kind of desk you sit at before you discover your sexuality while the golden light of the Nordic summer filters through a birch forest. And that, I think, is worth 200 Euros.