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Jinil Park's scribbly furniture


This chair by South Korean designer Jinil Park might not be the most comfortable piece of furniture, but I still want one. The images here look like rough drawings, but look closer and you'll see that they're actually photographs of life-sized and fully functioning lamps, tables and chairs. 

The metal wire gives them their sketchy look, with Jinil opting to use wires with different thicknesses to make them look more like doodles. All these stuff are part of his Drawing Series collection, which were on display at the Gwangju Design Biennale in South Korea in 2013.





"The key point of my work," he says "is the moments where the line is distorted. They express the designer's feeling, status, and emotion. In the matter of design, the line plays a very basic but also crucial role because it is an element that generates a standard point for both the beginning and the end of any work piece." 

Check out Jinil's website for more.
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