Octavio. My mother and her Savanarola chairs. All my life. After she passed my brother tossed all her things before my eyes. I’ll never get over it. Never. But, it has occurred to me that I can restore all of it. Because, I know all those antiques by heart — and also? Fab repros are […]
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