
Established and Son’s space on Via Palermo looks like a beaver damn captured mid-explosion. Making our way through the maze-like construction we enter a doctor Seuss world of antennas springing out of chubby drawers, carried by spiderish legs, to talk to Maarten Baas, standing casually draping a Baas branded bag over his arm. It feels like entering an alien world, and the aliens are the furniture.
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