Salvaged from the wreckage of countless stately cabins, lit only by candlelight and the flickering gloom of an old gas lamp. These chairs arise from the depths of mid-century history, fleetingly accompanied by the haunting sound of barnacle-encrusted violins, which fade from earshot only to be replaced by the siren call of the mermaids. We know their sleek, dark form hides countless, mysterious secrets of the deep… but do not be fooled. There is a message here, waiting to be heard:
Tonight we set sail! And we may never return!
Photo: Steel framed vintage Captain’s chair in charcoal grey fabric