BC-Table

I've got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I'm going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now 'I'' have to pay ''them'! OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Ummm…to eBay? Oh yeah, good luck with that.You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Man, I'm sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts!And then the battle's not so bad? The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.
Brass table prototype made in Istanbul for a boutique hotel project.

Photography by Emily Andrews