Melting furniture

I love the smell of London in the summer. This could, of course, simply be the result of years of ingesting so much pollution that I’ve become addicted but the smell of hot tarmac and freshly cut grass are an intoxicating combination. Cold and wet London, by contrast, is just damp and smells of dirt. Yuk. I want heat. Mmm. Heat. Just imagine it. Sitting outside, the weight of a book in your hand and the coolness of the frozen margarita you've just tipped down your throat burning inside you. Heat so intense that inhaling is like breathing soup. Until that happens (and in the UK, don't blink, you might miss it!), I'm utterly charmed by these weird and wonderful pieces of "Melting furniture". I first saw the melting armchair in the story on Tracey Neuls on Home Shopping Spy and went looking for more melting pieces.




Photos via Simon Reeves, Selectism, Superpunch and Bitter Wallet.