When Donald Trump was pictured recently sitting uncomfortably at a table that looked like it had been retrieved from a skip, it provoked the sort of sneering commentary about furniture choices last seen when Dominic Cummings popped in to the Downing Street garden to deliver some self-serving blather from behind a rickety trestle table. Both men are routinely described as megalomaniacal and Machiavellian of course, so you would expect a Guardian columnist to sneer. But their choice of crappy, low status furniture doesn’t align with my idea of the right trappings for those sorts of individuals either. I want unpleasantly…
The lost art of office furniture peacocking and the growing mental health crisis at work
The lost art of office furniture peacocking and the growing mental health crisis at work
