While walking down rue Stephenson a while ago with the photographer Elena Perlino (In photo), I spotted a dumped 1950′s table in the street. I pulled it out from where it was half hidden to show Elena, as she could have been interested in taking it. She kind of hesitated and weighed it up and I looked a little closer too. On noticing that the wheels were rusted spotted and the veneer was chipped I started humming and hawing that it perhaps wasn’t such a great find, when at this moment, the guy in the photo came up. He was enthusiastic and if we weren’t taking it this table was definitely his baby. So I said to Elena that it wasn’t really worth it after all, and since he’s so bowled over by it let him have it.
So the guy went off delighted with his new old table, and I think it has a good home where it will but poor Elena, within a minute she realised that she loved this little table but had let it go. Now, weeks later, she still regrets letting it go. I’m afraid I can’t get the table back for her, I wish I’d encouraged her to keep it, though it’s too late now. But I can give her this post to remember it by, the nostalgia of something that nearly was. Sorry Elena, the next feral table that I find is yours.