It all started with a chance meeting that turned into a lifelong friendship. In my early 20s I was working and studying in Madrid and in one of my Spanish classes I met a Danish girl called Henriette. We became excellent friends, (athough the studies suffered a bit..), and over the years that followed we travelled continents together, living in places as glamorous as Costa Rica and Leeds. We remain close friends to this day.
Whenever I visited Henriette in Copenhagen I was always fascinated by her home. White walls, stripped wood floors, beautiful furniture, and always a wonderful warmth and cosiness. But one of the things that struck me, and has always stayed with me:
All her chairs had names.
Over the years I discovered the stories behind her furniture. The lovely comfy armchair in the corner was an Elizabeth armchair, designed by Ib Kofod Larsen, (and probably still my favourite armchair of all time), the Hans Wegner wishbone chair was gifted to her by a close family friend who worked as a master carpenter at Carl Hansen. There were beautiful ceramics on the windowsills and even an old silver vending machine in the corner. These pieces are treasured and loved, beautiful things made to last.