Angel reminds me of the East Village back in the day before it became over-priced. Multi-cultural, many independent stores, trees, tattoos, dogs, and a relaxed vibe. Bruno and I meet Tom and Rachel at Albam, who when I first inquired about the chair from Singapore, obliged me by taking a picture of Tom sitting on it, and sending that to me via e-mail.
The furniture is displayed on the lower ground floor (note to self- say "lower ground floor", not "basement").
I'll get the chair. I end up getting this quilt as well. The mother of the owner of Albam, hand-made it with left-over pieces of fabric from the clothes he makes.
I sit on another chair and find myself de-composing into a vegetative state. In this state, I think, gosh, at the end of every journey, one arrives back at the self. There is no escaping who you are. The furniture I am drawn to here, looks exactly like the furniture I have back in the previous Singapore homes! I hear footsteps descending, and I half expect them to belong to Lorgan!
Albam, 286 Upper Street
Lorgan's http://www.lorgans.com
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