I signed myself up for all interior design classes… History of Furniture, drafting, lighting design, spatial design and a few others. I soon learned that I was terrible at drafting, kind of uninterested in lighting design, halfway interested in spatial design but boy, oh boy, that History of Furniture class just knocked me off my feet… It was love, pure love.
My professor of the History of Furniture class was a charismatic, fiery ginger and a brilliant architect who knew more about furniture and its origins than anyone I’ve ever met. To say that she was inspiring is an understatement. She was my mentor, my guru and probably my soulmate but here’s the funny thing… I can’t remember her name because I have ALS, a fun little brain disease which causes me to have selective memory. However, Prof. What’s Her Name started our year off with the first known piece of furniture all the way through the 1970s. Any furniture after that was honestly not worth mentioning, let alone studying.
Let's look at a little Syrian influence inspiration, shall we?