Herman Miller and his world famous Aeron chair contraption.
It's exclusivity became a symbol of the devil-may-care dot-com bubbo.
It's so damn wonderful that it sits in MOMA's permanent collection.
They go for anywhere from $700-$1,000 each and in my office there are hundreds of them on each floor. I think the ones we have go for about $950. No wonder we're going out of business.
But, they aren't particularly wonderful. I mean, its OK, but its just a fucking chair. I don't look forward to sitting on it everyday or anything.
Unless the fact that I don't notice whether its comfortable or uncomfortable is its definitive testament? As if I'm floating on a cloud all day perhaps? Hmmmm.
It does have an awful lot of fancy knobs and pneumatic levers to adjust but ultimately it feels like a chair.
For $950 you better give me some tufted leather with some goddamn nailheads or just give me the cash, I'll sit on a folding chair. I got one at home.
I mean, I'm sitting down. How bad could it possibly be!? As long as a knife isn't stabbing me in my ass I think I can deal.
It's like a 5 star hotel. Once you're asleep what does it matter?