I clipped these out of an ad for a store that sold modern furniture around 1983. That glass top table seemed the height of fancy when I was a kid, but I could never understand how more of them didn’t break (being a kid, I thought all glass was fragile). The rest of the stuff I could take or leave, but I love that blue reclining lounger. If I owned that in the eighties, I would lay on it in my big city penthouse after a hard day of being a wall street tycoon. Then I would put on my headphones, pop in a Memorex tape and listen to “Ride of the Valkyries” until my butler brought me my hourly ham sandwich with Grey Poupon mustard.