Yesterday afternoon I left the office for lunch. With my food I walked into the public plaza behind 776 6th Avenue in search for a place to sit. On one side there were stainless steel chairs and tables: elevated, new, and shiny. Across from them were long red granite benches; low, unassuming, and blending with the ground.
The metal furniture was clearly designed for durability, to be all things to all weather– but the irony is that the water had simply remained on the surface, coalesced in enormous droplets. They were waterproof, BUT STILL WET.
Meanwhile, the breathing stone had absorbed the water, letting it seep through its pores, until its surface was dry enough to sit on.
My choice was simple.
(Sounds very Steen Eiler Rasmussen-y, doesn’t it?)
