Editor’s Letter
I sometimes wonder about the meaning of making in a world that increasingly consumes more and more objects made to a price, as opposed to concepts of longevity and relevance. Take a walk around the burbs on the days prior to council hard rubbish collections and you’ll see the best and worst of all (furniture) worlds. The best – because you’ll witness recycling at its most spontaneous and grass roots level as many take what others don’t want. But the worst is the reflection of our world that’s left lying on the verge. Flatpack furniture now useless with joins gone gappy and chipboard panels disintegrating. Cheap stuff that was ‘all we could afford’ and fashions we fell prey to are turning out to be expensive in the long run. None of this is…
